Day 38...and Day 39....because I've been busy

Day 38.......and Day 39.......because I've been busy.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

It's been a busy couple of days and I could have chosen to write the blog, late last night but decided to have a couple of glasses of wine instead and watch Olympus has Fallen, which could also have been called 'Die hard, at the Whitehouse'. I loved the Die hard films and loved this one also. I find it interesting how I can love these films and yet refuse to watch 12 years a Slave or adaptations of other true-to-life vilent films. I do think that it's because the carnage and humour in the Die Hard type films is just so OTT that I can detach from it and just enjoy the baddies getting whipped (because they always are) and the Hero winning ('cause he/she always does) In contrast, a violent drama feels too close and too real and I can't for the life of me understand the needless violence and I can almost feel the fear experienced by both sides in the battle.......not fun and therefore not doing it.
So, back to the adventure of the last couple of days.
On Saturday, we rented a car to go up to see Andrew play rugby. His home fields are further away for us than his away game was a fortnight ago. They are way out in the Northern sticks and we were a smidge late due to some over-zealous grocery shopping beforehand. We basically had to dump the groceries on the floor (Freezer stuff made it into the freezer-whew) and run. I made a wee picnic whilst Jen and Bill emptied the trunk of the car and Ali had written out PERFECT google map directions. No wrong turns and we made it just after 3, which was amazing 'cause we were a half hour behind our planned ETD.
Unfortunately, Andrew had to come off, pretty soon after we got there. He's had an injury of his foot this season which flared up and he had to hobble to the bench. Poor soul. It was quite chilly and windy and the girls were then allowed to go sit in the car because they didn't have enough layers on. For those of you who attend rugby games in Scotland, you'll know that it often seems many degrees colder when you stand for 85-90 mins on a touchline. A fortnight ago though, I was worried about the girls getting their shoulders burned. Crazy.
I have to tell you about my lack of good judgement, whilst there. The side of the pitch had been all ploughed up and there were a couple of planks, at various points to get across. There had been loads of rain and the grass was sodden and my new trainers really should have been my hiking boots but c'est la vie. Anyways, Bill decided that we may get some shelter from the wind at the other side of the pitch and he proceeded across a plank, beside where all the players/coaches were. The girls didn't want to go that way so they headed back, away from the game, to go across another one. Me, Mrs indecisive, dawdled in the middle and then headed towards the girls but decided that I would just jump into the big ridge in the middle of the ploughed-up track and hop across. You'll be laughing already because you'll be picturing what happened next, or a possible version of it. The ridge was just soggy mud and my feet (new trainers first) sank well up past my ankles, in fact, if I hadn't reacted so quickly and jumped back the way, I think mid-calves would have been more accurate-ugh. Just as I landed in the middle I heard a guy shout 'don't do that' but it was TOO LATE :-( There were shi* , shi* and shi* again noises coming from my mouth as I surveyed the sight of my mud-caked trainers and trousers and the more shi*s as I pondered what to do. I asked the 'Don't do that' guy if there was an outside tap and he pointed me to the girls shower rooms but as I stood looking at the showers I decided that the mud was at least warm and that wet feet from water would be worse-so, I squelched my way back outside and across to Bill to discover that Andrew was now off the pitch and that it was like a bog, on that side of the pitch.....and so we trudged back across to where we started.
Toronto Scottish won the game comfortably and are now in the semi-final of the cup. I am not sure whether or not Andrew wil be fit for the next game in a fortnight but, if he is, I'll attempt to get to it....with my hiking boots on.
We had a great burger and fries dinner on the way home and then giggled our way through 21 Jump Street before Bill and Jen took Andrew home.
Sunday was supposed to be a visit to Canadas Wonderland (big rollercoaster/water park) but the forecast was not good and the travel times worse. we had to take the car back to the airport and from there it looked like 2 hrs to the theme park. It's the one thing that Alison wanted to do, with her dad and so we knew she's be disappointed but she took it like a pro' and she and I may head there next weekend if she doesn't get a better offer. It's Thanksgiving weekend so it may be very busy...or not. She'll be off school next Monday but I'm not sure if the Park will be open.
Instead of rollercoasting it, we bought a TTC family pass for $11 which allowed us to jump on and off the TTC all day. It got Bill and I home from the airport, the four of us into town, the 2 girls back home, Bill and I to Honest Eds (a huge, cheap, sells everything store), Bill and I down to train station (to eat yummy cinabon-mine had a ton of pecans), Bill and I to collect Pizza for Ali' and finally Bill and I home. A total of $37 was saved-yippee. It was a lovely afternoon which turned into evening because we didn't deliver Alisons pizza to her till 8.30.
And that was when I decided that I was going to watch a movie and have some wine, rather than type this......and now it is Monday morning whish is Day 40. But I will write about today later because it hasn't happened yet, except that Ali' has left for school.
I will try to remember to write about all the rude people we have come across, over the last couple of days...I forgot to include that and now I need breakfast.
Wishing you all a wonderful week and sending lots of love your way.
Lxx