<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288</id><updated>2009-07-01T00:15:20.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Treading Water</title><subtitle type='html'>Here I float, somewhere along the spectrum.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>481</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-7659439583781671134</id><published>2007-02-07T00:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T01:20:10.365-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>while the rest of you are distracted on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a huntsman on my wall today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Legs entangled every way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's patient and he knows the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waits for the moment, just like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are spiders in my shower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and they cower&lt;br /&gt;When you're near;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I'm with you, dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particles of water, getting hotter&lt;br /&gt;With your fear;&lt;br /&gt;That unconscious sneer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counting through the days&lt;br /&gt;Like grasping onto haze&lt;br /&gt;And peering through your webbing&lt;br /&gt;By the light of ebbing dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-7659439583781671134?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/7659439583781671134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=7659439583781671134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/7659439583781671134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/7659439583781671134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2007/02/while-rest-of-you-are-distracted-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116934333636963551</id><published>2007-01-20T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T21:36:01.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yarrrrrrr..is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are now the proud new owners of a 2007 Toyota Yaris Sedan.&lt;br /&gt;Metalic black. Black interior.&lt;br /&gt;Drove it home from moncton today, and I LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;A cheap car- but with a bit of a sporty, almost luxury feel to it. ...or maybe it's just a luxury to me to be able to escape Sackville once in a while to visit friends or, you know, get groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend, Lenny and I have the weekend off- at the *SAME TIME*&lt;br /&gt;it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;and on that note- I have to go; drinking calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116934333636963551?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116934333636963551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116934333636963551&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116934333636963551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116934333636963551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2007/01/yarrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116714286622524750</id><published>2006-12-26T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T10:21:06.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;'You said you didn't give a fuck about hockey, and I'd never heard someone say that before...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in Tantallon has been very unique this year. Old traditions mixing with new ideas, and strangers becoming family. Lenny and I arrived on Christmas Eve, and picked up Sarah and Jesse at the airport. Between lots of food and gift opening has been intermittent guitar playing, fire spinning, and hockey trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all having a wonderful (though sadly, green) Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116714286622524750?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116714286622524750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116714286622524750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116714286622524750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116714286622524750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-said-you-didnt-give-fuck-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116674176743955252</id><published>2006-12-21T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T18:56:07.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shopping escapades in moncton &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done. and i need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;after 5 hours of shopping in moncton, i managed to get pretty much everything for everyone.. i don't think i've ever been so productive in one day. i even managed not to get too distracted by pretty things in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i'm leaving the mall, lenny calls and asks if i can pick up a 300$ order of cheese for the restaurant before i head back to sackville. then i get into the car (that has been lent to us by the meldrums while we're house and dog-sitting for them over the holidays) and discover that the battery is dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i flag down a lady getting into her car nearby, who actually has jumper cables (the 6th person i asked).  however, once she aligns her car with mine, she realizes she has no idea where the battery is in her SUV. neither of us can locate it (is was under other equipment that had to be lifted) so we flag down a man in a pick up truck, who eventually gets my car jump started for us.&lt;br /&gt;then i realize i can't stop the car to pick up the restaurant order, because the car may not start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i call jill, who lives near by, to join me for a quick drive so i can leave the car running in the parking lot. half-way there, lenny calls back that the store is closed, so we can't pick up the order after-all.&lt;br /&gt;oh-well, can't say i didn't try! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm going to spend the evening wrapping presents, with a bottle of wine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116674176743955252?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116674176743955252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116674176743955252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116674176743955252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116674176743955252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-escapades-in-moncton-im-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116645587131734266</id><published>2006-12-18T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T11:31:11.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lets Go Fly A Kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, seeing as how I'll only be back in Tantallon from Christmas Eve to Boxing Day...&lt;br /&gt;and seeing as how I do not yet have a car or other reliable form of transportation for other visits...&lt;br /&gt;I propose that there should be a roadtrip to Sackville, NB in the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a few of you had suggested coming up for a visit before (Amy, Bianca, Kaitlin, Kathryn), so I'm putting up an open invite: If you are willing to make the trek up here- I will provide food, bed, and booze for all :)&lt;br /&gt;I work monday - friday, so you are welcome on any weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if you're interetested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116645587131734266?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116645587131734266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116645587131734266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116645587131734266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116645587131734266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/12/lets-go-fly-kite-so-seeing-as-how-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116640882441195139</id><published>2006-12-17T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T22:27:04.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How cool is this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.capetimes.co.za/index.php?fArticleId=3570650"&gt;Viganella, Italy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116640882441195139?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116640882441195139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116640882441195139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116640882441195139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116640882441195139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/12/how-cool-is-this-viganella-italy.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116554262180876300</id><published>2006-12-07T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:50:22.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Tis the Season&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first snow fell on sackville last week.&lt;br /&gt; I made a mini-snowman. He was 1'4" tall. Then it rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put up my tree, while listening to christmas music from my computer. Though it's made the rounds from my uncle, to my mom, to me- I think the little tree is still doing ok. When I took it out of my parents shed where it'd been stored for the summer, there was a mouse's nest between the branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Lenny and I are heading to my friend Laurie's christmas cocktail party, and next weekend I'll be in Halifax for a night for Jen's 4th annual Christmas Cookie baking party... which usually involves a lot of drinking and not so much baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's increadibly satisfying to be in Sackville and not be in school during exam season.&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season- Eat, Drink, and be Merry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116554262180876300?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116554262180876300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116554262180876300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116554262180876300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116554262180876300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season-first-snow-fell-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116480960034513717</id><published>2006-11-29T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T10:13:20.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>November seems to have sped right past me.&lt;br /&gt;Punctuated briefly by out of town visitors (Lenny's high school Bruce and Tara from Grand Manan; and then Kelly and Kurt this past weekend), it's otherwise been busy yet uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is still going well, and I was awarded a prize for being one of the top sales people last month.&lt;br /&gt;Our Moneris staff party was an extravagent all-nighter event held at the Memramcook Institute. A formal turkey dinner, followed by a show by Maritime comedian "Jimmy the Janitor", and a dance. I won a gift basket worth over 200$ as the door prize. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lenny and I are having another meeting with MTA regarding the booking of a hall for the wedding reception. It appears our previous choice may be shot down, as the beautiful ballroom I wanted may now be used as a junk room due to lack of storage space on campus... Thankfully the person now in charge of campus rentals is a friend of mine from classes a few years ago, so at least she's willing to be honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the news fit to print for now: it's my day off- so I'm going to take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116480960034513717?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116480960034513717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116480960034513717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116480960034513717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116480960034513717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/11/november-seems-to-have-sped-right-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116278311447798355</id><published>2006-11-05T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T23:18:34.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Home on the Range&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to Halifax tomorrow morning, for a couple of days (going back on wednesday).&lt;br /&gt;I'll try making some calls to see if anyone's available to meet up for coffee / catch-up..&lt;br /&gt;though I think a lot of the phone numbers I have for everyone are out of date by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so- if you're reading this, and you have a few spare minutes this week, please give me a call.&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see / hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;on my cell: 506-878-7383&lt;br /&gt;or my parent's place where I'll be staying: 826-7690&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116278311447798355?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116278311447798355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116278311447798355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116278311447798355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116278311447798355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/11/home-on-range-im-heading-to-halifax.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116216858245226891</id><published>2006-10-29T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:36:22.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've had a few very welcome reliefs lately.&lt;br /&gt;One being kelly, kurt, doug, and clem coming to visit me a few weeks ago.  a lovely taste of home.&lt;br /&gt;why can't we all be neighbours again? I'll bike down the bay road and we'll have picnics on the beach rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Jill and Sarah came to visit in sackville.. to the right you'll see a few shots from our Halloween escapades in Sackville. As it turns out, wearing head-to-toe leather in a hot crowded pub all night is not the best idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116216858245226891?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116216858245226891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116216858245226891&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116216858245226891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116216858245226891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/10/ive-had-few-very-welcome-reliefs.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116120944274183415</id><published>2006-10-18T19:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:10:42.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems to me that October is just a month full of overwhelmingly bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love to everyone who is suffering, grieving, and adjusting right now...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be driving to Fredricton for a funeral on Friday. Lenny's mother passed away this morning, after a long battle with lung cancer. Although we knew it was coming, it's been a difficult road; as no one wants to see someone they love suffer.&lt;br /&gt;It seems suiting that it's raining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116120944274183415?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116120944274183415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116120944274183415&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116120944274183415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116120944274183415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-seems-to-me-that-october-is-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-116025511670878774</id><published>2006-10-07T18:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:05:16.746-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm making a winter coat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more cold sackville winters for me. i'm going to be warm and cozy. mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to be made with green corduroy, and chocolate brown fur inside for the lining... my apartment is covered in bits of fur.   fake of course-  like teddy bear fur.&lt;br /&gt;it's going to take me a lot of teddy bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-116025511670878774?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/116025511670878774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=116025511670878774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116025511670878774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/116025511670878774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-making-winter-coat-no-more-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115992991242552770</id><published>2006-10-03T23:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:45:12.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so fed up with red tape this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've made 4 appointments for different things; all of which required several visits or phone calls to determine who to even talk to in order to book the appointments, and all of which will likely require more follow-up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck working nights at Moneris for the next week or so, which means that all the Admin people are gone home, so I have to email and wait for answers the next day.&lt;br /&gt;And apparently, I may get stuck working Christmas day because I was not informed I should have already booked my vacation time, and Moneris schedules people on statutory holidays when not enough people volunteer. [not "if";  "when".]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to get some days off over Christmas, or else I will miss the last chance for Sarah [whom I have not seen in 2 years] to meet Lenny before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~stress~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115992991242552770?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115992991242552770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115992991242552770&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115992991242552770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115992991242552770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-so-fed-up-with-red-tape-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115906389168649026</id><published>2006-09-23T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T23:11:31.713-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have now officially seen myself in a wedding dress.&lt;br /&gt;surrounded on 3 sides by mirrors. on a pedestal.&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't entirely weirded out. however, it did take me a while to feel like i wasn't just a 10 year old girl playing dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom came to visit this weekend- we went to moncton to get some ideas for dresses to see what types we like, and get some ideas for what supplies mom will need to order to make my dress. some were nice. some were enormous contraptions that weighed at least 20 lbs. the entire process is a cross between exciting, frustrating, and mostly just slightly odd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115906389168649026?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115906389168649026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115906389168649026&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115906389168649026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115906389168649026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-now-officially-seen-myself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115853710451554730</id><published>2006-09-17T20:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T20:51:44.570-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since apparently it needs to be said..&lt;br /&gt;You're the person who's been a part of me since we met. You're the person with whom I could always be exactly who I am: no sugar-coating, or beating around the bush. No fake appearances. Whether we're next door, or on the opposite ends of the earth- whether we talk once a day, or once a year [though I prefer something closer to the former] we'll always be close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loves ya Kel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115853710451554730?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115853710451554730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115853710451554730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115853710451554730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115853710451554730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/09/thank-you-since-apparently-it-needs-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115777393922804852</id><published>2006-09-09T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T00:52:19.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there's no right answer for this.&lt;br /&gt;no perfect thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;nothing that will make everything ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you both.&lt;br /&gt;i may be kilomteres away,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm with you every second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're fighters.&lt;br /&gt;you're lovers.&lt;br /&gt;you're jokers.&lt;br /&gt;and you've done everything that can be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll just send you love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115777393922804852?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115777393922804852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115777393922804852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115777393922804852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115777393922804852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/09/theres-no-right-answer-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115750716506005413</id><published>2006-09-05T22:39:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:46:05.096-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feel the Connection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phones, and internet and TV, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;Finally got myself all connected and sorted out- and managed to avoid dealing with Aliant altogether.&lt;br /&gt;After a lovely 4 day weekend, I'm back to work tomorrrow. Lenny was back to work yesterday, as Joey's had it's re-opening night tonight, after the "renovations" from the fire. Carolyn and Andrei are back in town, which means I have friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if anyone knows of an apartment for rent or sublet in Halifax please let me know, because Andrei is on the hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week will mostly consist of sleeping in [working 11am-7pm] and cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;Eventful, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115750716506005413?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115750716506005413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115750716506005413&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115750716506005413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115750716506005413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/09/feel-connection-phones-and-internet.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115637437581522367</id><published>2006-08-23T20:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T20:06:15.816-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New Phone!! Home for a Visit!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took a little while, but I finally have my own phone- it's a very pretty little Telus "Pantech" and I'm in love with it. I could play with it all day, but then I'd get fired from my job..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so- new number is local to sackville and moncton: 506-878-7383&lt;br /&gt;please call me- i have no contact with anyone anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think I'll be making a visit to Halifax this weekend with Lenny-  so will anyone be around???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115637437581522367?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115637437581522367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115637437581522367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115637437581522367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115637437581522367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-phone-home-for-visit-it-took.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115540775394005841</id><published>2006-08-12T15:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:20:46.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where there's smoke...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long stressful night here in Sackville, after I looked out my window at 9:30pm and found the building across the street going up in flames. After a closer inspection, the whole block was beginning to catch and evacuations of near by buildings was taking place. 4 neighbouring fire departments had come to aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood on the street with lenny's brother in law [and the rest of the town] for 4 hours and watched as the flames leapt nearer and nearer to their family restaurant. [Lenny is currently in NS for a friend's bachelor party] By 1:30am it looked as if the whole street was going down. But the fire departments continued to soak the brick fire-walls and wooden rooflines connecting them all, and by 3:30am most of the flames had subsided, leaving a smoking heaving shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning construction had begun on tearing down the reckage and hoses continued to spray water on the ashes.  The assessment of the restaurant wasn't great- but could certainly be worse. No fire had gotten through the brick work. The basement was flooded with 8" of dirty water, the computer systems, walk-in freezers and fridges were ruined, and the upstairs had suffered bad smoke damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I babysat for Matteo my soon-to-be nefew, while anna and trent attempted to help cater a wedding that was scheduled for this afternoon. They moved the reception to a neighbouring tavern and everyone in town pitched in all their resources to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently we're having a hail-storm, and after only 4 hours of restless sleep, I need a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115540775394005841?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115540775394005841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115540775394005841&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115540775394005841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115540775394005841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-theres-smoke.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115350879910976897</id><published>2006-07-21T16:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:01:09.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holding out all my love and best wishes to Iain right now. You've got the whole world on your side right now man. australia, ireland, halifax, sackville, cape bretton, and I'm sure many more- we're all with ya.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be over the border for a visit soon, and I look forward to seeing you and Kathryn. Huge hugs to both of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115350879910976897?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115350879910976897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115350879910976897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115350879910976897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115350879910976897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/07/holding-out-all-my-love-and-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115254431431913380</id><published>2006-07-10T12:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:58:46.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ooo- i just discovered that somehow my comments got set to be moderated, so all along i thought no one was commenting, but i just had to ok them for publishing. sheesh! so i've been reading all your lovely past comments :)  yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now live at 69B main street. it's a 'cozy' little apartment in a prime sackville location.  so far we have no furniture, and a lot of boxes. well, that's not true- we have one chair, and a rolling bar :)  what more could you want?  hopefully this week we'll have a bed. here i thought my camping days were over for a while, but the air mattress is making a come-back. today, i job hunt. in fact, i'm currently procrastinating. i hate job hunting. someone just hire me, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115254431431913380?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115254431431913380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115254431431913380&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115254431431913380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115254431431913380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/07/ooo-i-just-discovered-that-somehow-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115228149008048367</id><published>2006-07-07T10:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T11:11:30.106-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>being home is fairly surreal thus far.&lt;br /&gt;even though 'home' is sort of a relative term, since all of my stuff is in the process of being packed and moved out of my parents place, and i've spent the weekend at 3 different houses. lenny's driving down to tantallon tonight, and we ship out to sackville in the morning. once we're 'moved in' to our new apartment, which i havn't yet seen, we'll have little more than a bunch of suitcases, electronics, and a futon mattress on the floor. at least until we buy a bed, get our couch moved from fredricton, track down my old landlord for my kitchen table, and find some kind of chairs. even so- i have a feeling my restlessness will be greatly uppeased just to have a place to call mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenny's dad is flying down from ontario tomorrow, so we'll be doing the congratulations/family dinner thing for the third time. the student loan sharks are already at my door; and the thought of trying to get settled, get my payments up to date, and plan a wedding all at the same time is a bit daunting. but i'm confident, and more than a bit excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115228149008048367?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115228149008048367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115228149008048367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115228149008048367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115228149008048367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-home-is-fairly-surreal-thus-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115185709432437465</id><published>2006-07-02T13:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T18:41:33.916-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be back in halifax tomorrow[monday]  afternoon/evening. home for a week- probably until sunday or so. then looking for an apartment with lenny in sackville, nb.&lt;br /&gt;what's everyone doing this week? my home phone is 826-7690. no cell phone yet. and all of your numbers are in my old phone.. so you may have to contact me.&lt;br /&gt;but i really want to see everyone, very soon. ok?&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;call me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115185709432437465?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115185709432437465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115185709432437465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115185709432437465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115185709432437465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/07/ok-will-be-back-in-halifax.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-115111947575482728</id><published>2006-06-24T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T06:53:12.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Homeward Bound&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after 12 days in the daintree rainforest way up north, we're back in sydney. i'll tell all the big stories later.&lt;br /&gt;for now- we've got 2 more days in Oz, then over to Tai Pei for 3, then home. I'll be back in Canada for the July 1st celebrations, but I'll be in NB for a few days with lenny's family first. Will let everyone know when I hit halifax- because you're all going to party whether you know it yet or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-115111947575482728?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/115111947575482728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=115111947575482728&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115111947575482728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/115111947575482728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/06/homeward-bound-after-12-days-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6500288.post-114923943444807791</id><published>2006-06-02T06:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T06:10:34.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;where the sun shines all day long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenny and i are now in cairns- northern australia. yesterday we hitch-hiked to brisbane [took about 10 mins to get a ride half-way, then only waited about 3 mins for the second one] then flew to cairns. now it's 30 degrees every day, and we spent the afternoon lounging pool-side at the new hostel. it was sad to leave byron- went through a lot there with a lot of great people. but it was time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6500288-114923943444807791?l=textuals.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/feeds/114923943444807791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6500288&amp;postID=114923943444807791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/114923943444807791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6500288/posts/default/114923943444807791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://textuals.blogspot.com/2006/06/where-sun-shines-all-day-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Suzanne Zappia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13515542881795060986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06397357241447168265'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>