Canadian Lyndsay

My sister loved the movie St. Elmo’s Fire. I admit, I’ve never seen it. But I know that it’s a cheesy 80s movie starring Emilio Estefez, Demi Moore, etc. What I didn’t know is that it’s also a phenomena that occurs on an airplane.

Sunday night, coming back from Winnipeg, I found that there were no passenger seats available for the Regina to Calgary leg. This meant I was offered the “jump seat”, a little fold down seat located in the cockpit of the plane. It was a lot of fun, the pilots were great.

As we were landing into some low heavy clouds, I started seeing lightning. But it wasn’t lightning it was St. Elmo’s Fire. I guess the friction between the clouds and the static electricity around the nose of the plane create these beautiful blue lightning bolts… of course, they’re not lightning, but a similar theory. Seeing these blue bolts flash along the windshield and nose was beautiful.

My first time flying jump, and I got to witness this. Poor Marshall, in all his many hours flying in the cockpit, has never seen it once. I hope he gets to see it soon. It was stunning.

I didn’t post yesterday because I was busy sleeping, working from home, and beating the boys at Skipbo.  Yes, Dave and I went to Dawn’s place last night to pig out on pizza and play cards.  Dawn and I beat Dave and Glenn two games to one, but it was definitely close, all the games.

Dave and I have decided to buy season tickets to the Bombers this year.  Hopefully Dawn will find out our seat options soon – we are excited about the season, it’ll be nice when we know where our seats will be!

Maureen gave Dave some money to buy my birthday present – so last night we stopped at Polo Park so we could buy these diamond/sapphire earrings that I’ve had my eye on for a while. They’re beautiful!!  Hopefully I’ll find a nice dress to wear to Maureen’s grad dinner, and I can wear my beautiful new earrings.

Why is it so hard to find a good Tim Hortons?  I understand that Calgary’s fast food industries are experiencing quite a shortage of employees, but this is a national problem. ometimes it’s the service.  Sometimes it’s the product.  Sometimes it’s a misinterpretation of the order.

Today I had to take in my car to get the windshield replaced (thanks to Marshall for helping me out with that).  On the way, I stopped at the Tims closer to the glass place.  A long wait in line (not unusual at ANY Tims at 8 AM) and I find out they have no vanilla dip donut.  I went for the chocolate chip muffin, but it’s a rather pathetic muffin.  Hardly any chips.  It doesn’t taste that good.

Oh well.  Maybe I’ll go to the Tims near work at lunch… they have the most miserable person ever working there, but at least they’ve got the goods!

Today I turn 25.  Whoopdy do!

The day has not started out all that fabulously.  First of all, I was having a nightmare last night… during which I must have shut off my alarm.  Thus, I did not wake up at 6:00 a.m…. no no, I woke up to my phone vibrating as Marshall called and asked why I stood him up at Starbucks this morning.  Oops.  It was 7:35 a.m.  He was understanding.  Apparently the several text messages he had sent me failed to wake me up.  I am very glad he called.  Who knows how late I would have slept.

Then I see that it has snowed and inch or two.  Fabulous.  My trip to Canadian Tire last night was unsuccessful as I was trying to buy a snow brush.  So I sat in the car for a while waiting for my defroster to get rid of at least enough snow for me to be able to drive.

And lastly, I have a wicked sore throat.  And of course, there was no time for Starbucks or Tims this morning.

Sigh.  Woe is me!!  Just kidding.  I know how blessed I am.  I received lovely emails from my mom and my in-laws.  And birthday wishes from my coworkers.  The day will get better.  The high is 7 today, hopefully all this new snow will be gone by the afternoon.

Last night I picked up my 2002 Sunfire.  It is navy blue, which is awesome, because now I can deck it out in Winnipeg Blue Bombers stuff (blue and gold in case you don’t know).

But she needs a name.  I would call her the Blue Bomber, but I don’t like calling things “bombers”.  I suppose I could name her “Leah”, after Vince Leah, the reporter who first referred to them as “the Blue Bombers of Western football” in the 1930s.

I could call her Charlie… after Charles Roberts, the running back.  Charlie could be a girl’s name, no?

 Thoughts and suggestions are welcomed and encouraged!!