little bitty girl

I am not really sure why we Canadians celebrate Queen Victoria Day when most Canadians don't even remember who she is. However, I am always glad for a long weekend so I am definitely not going to complain. And in our own way, we've made the holiday our own. 2-4 being the amount of beer in a case(a truly Canadian thing) and for Ontarians, the official opening of cottage season.

The thing with travelling so much, I simply spent the weekend catching up on mundane personal things. Not too much to say, so another photo entry will have to suffice.

Stef and I started off the weekend going to a quaint little town called Kingsville that was about fourty five minutes away from Windsor. I often think I would like to live in a quaint town if I had numerous children as then they would be able to have a relatively idealistic childhood like the one I had. On the way there, I talked about wanting a farm with one cow named Daisy, (I couldn't think of any other cow names) a Shetland pony, a bunch of piglets, heritage chickens that give you multi-coloured eggs (I watch way too much Martha Stewart) and a bunch of dogs.

Stefan pointed out to me that I would only like living the lifestyle for about a week and then I would want sushi and be in dire straights. He also pointed out that he would be the one in charge of picking up all the poo and I hate to say it but he's right! I am still thinking about real estate there though only because the price of a home in Kingsville is about the price of a potting shed of a relatively decent house in downtown Toronto.

Anyways, the rest of the weekend was spent visiting family and taking random pictures with my new camera, Canon Powershot SD500. I also signed up for a Flickr account as there are always pictures that I take that don't end up on the blog but I wish I could post them somewhere.

Stefan at a friend's in Kingsville

Me trying to take a picture of Stef and I. Obviously my arms are not long enough...

Typical weekend afternoon with the Minster and Stef

Super lazy girl. No wonder she is so freaking fat!

OH, and I finally got my bloody, freaking driving license.

YAY! HAPPY VICTORIA DAY!!