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Visiting Fort McMurray...
Written @ 6:03 p.m. on 2004-05-06

It's been really nice to finally have a bit of a vacation. I know I have no real rights to complain cause I've had a couple weeks off now but that was mostly filled to the brim with wedding stuff and moving (boooo - I miss you Methos!) and so now I've had a couple of days to just relax here in Fort McMurray (because there is really nothing else to do) and sort of "play" wife to my lovely fiance Foreman. I bring him lunch at work and pick him up at the end of the day. I make him dinner in the evening and I even did our laundry today. I know it's quite the domestic scene and entirely NOT my style but it's still nice to pretend to be different for a while cause Foreman knows that I am certainly anything but a domestic queen.

It was funny, I came to visit him a couple of days ago and a teacher asked if I was there for extra help because no one was supposed to be in that hallway until 1130 am when she found out I was Mr.Morris' fiance she was quite embarrassed and I was ecstatic that someone thought I could still be in high school (it's funny how our perceptions change).

It's been nice to be able to read and draw and work on my play and do some wedding stuff but with no distractions and no stress surrounding it. Foreman and I also got our marriage liscence today so we can officially be married under the law. I've gotten to just relax and unwind and rediscover the Amanda that isn't consumed with school and work.

But tomorrow that all ends, Foreman and I leave for Edmonton for his 25th birthday (starting at 730-8ish at the Morris place - come one, come all *shameless plug*) and then we'll have a weekend together before my constant moving between North Sask and Edmonton. And although the prospect of that sucks ass it's not that bad because in 101 days we'll be married. Yay! (although when I do the math it seems like a long time). It's just really nice to be with him.

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