What's that on my kitchen floor?

The other night from the corner of my eye, I saw something suspicious on my kitchen floor. It looked extra suspicious because I didn't have my contacts in or glasses on so I crept up a little closer  to solve this mystery and what I hoped were just dust balls of some sort were actually four woodbugs and and two spiders entangled in between all of them...dead. It's like some big gang fight just went down and it ended fatally. But really, it was either they end it themselves or I do the dirty work later. What I am trying to get at here is that there are way to many bugs up in here. My place is mostly made up of spiders, woodbugs and beetles. It drives me crazy. Spiders are the worst and they are fast and almost like little wolf spiders. Disgusting. And while the title of this post might by 'What's that on my kitchen floor?' it really should be 'What's that on my kitchen floor, bedroom floor, living room floor, walls, shower curtain, in my bathtub, toilet, mugs, sink, and under my bathmat?' but then the title of this post would be pretty well the same length as the actual post. The only thing these spiders haven't tried to mark their territory on is my clothes (and my bed, Thank you Lord!) and they should know that I will hunt their colony down if they ever get on one of my shirts and I don't realize it until my shirt is on. I'm not kidding, this has happened to me before in a different house and I flipped out. To prevent this, I always shake my clothes before putting them on and you may laugh at this and think how ridiculous? But I see at least one spider every two to three days and sometimes I see two and one morning there were five in my bathroom at once...so if I average that out to one spider a day and I've been here 49 days then yes folks, that's almost 50 spiders! So I will shake those clothes, even if it means fatigued arms because the one day I don't do it, there will probably be a tarantula in my underwear.

My new baby

Everything in Penticton is really close which is great. Where I live is perfect too. I can walk to work, to the grocery store, to church, I couldn't ask for anything better! Going downtown or to the lakes is a different story, though. I don't have a car so this presents a little bit of a problem. I know there is a bus but I'm not a huge fan of them unless I absolutely have to. Let's just say living on a tiny little island for six years where I had to rely on a ferry schedule continually really made me crave a little more transport freedom. And so I made the decision that it was time to buy a bike! Not only is this a great way to get around, it is also a great way to get some exercise. And so I have a new baby named Norco. I can't say I have been the best mother, though. If this is a test for the future, I might be failing. The first time I had to lock it up, I put the whole lock through the back wheel, the middle part and the front wheel but...I didn't care to wrap it around something that would actually make it immovable and not get stolen. Thankfully I was only at my friends house and they had noticed the problem before we went out for a walk. Close call.
The second time Norco may have questioned my love for him was when we were biking down main street on our way to a young adults church service. I was riding on the sidewalk and there were two men, a little rough around the edges, walking in the same direction infront of me and so I yelled, "Behind you!" They didn't hear me because let's just say my yell is closer to a whisper than anything so I tried again but they still didn't hear me. I was getting closer and there was a little space on the left so I just sneaked in but at that very moment the man closest to me decided to ever so gracefully hock a loogie that I got a little spray of but it mostly landed on Norco. The man apologized, I laughed and kept going but I think Norco was probably a little unhappy to say the least.
I plan to not pursue perfection but excellence in this relationship I find myself in with my precious Norco. I just hope in the meantime he doesn't throw a temper tantrum and chuck me off into the dip, dark pit of vehicles.

Remind me how long I've been here.

Karin, you have been here just over a month. Yes, I can answer the title now, but there have been a few instances this last week that have shown me that I couldn't really tell you how long I've been here. Here they are...

Instance number 1: I was walking home from work along main street, enjoying the sun and anticipating a relaxing evening at home when I peered over to my left to a car waiting at a red light and suddenly she waved at me. I thought to myself, 'Do I know that girl? Maybe, oh well, what the heck?' And then I waved back. She then turned to her friend and laughed, I looked behind me and there was another person who the girl in the car was most likely waving at. Classic. Don't you HATE that? I kept walking trying not to feel too embarrased and then told myself, 'Karin, you have definately not been here long enough to have people waving at you as they drive down the streets.' Okay, lesson learned.

Instance number 2: I was working at the Bakery, making a sandwich when a girl behind the counter said, "Excuse me, do you know where a produce store is around here?" I said, "Uh...I don't know, one sec." I was about to ask someone I work with as the girl laughed. I popped in a, "I just moved here so..." And she said, "Oh ok." The other employee then said to the girl, "There is Save-on Foods just in Cherry Lane mall." The girl said thank you and went on her way. Save-on Foods eh? In Cherry Lane Mall eh? This just happens to be the grocery store that I shop at all the time! I went on making the sandwich and said to myself, "Karin, you have definately been here long enough to know where you can buy produce! My goodness!" Okay, lesson learned.

I really can't get it straight I guess.

My sister and her friend came to visit last weekend and we had a blast! Lots of fun, food and adventures, Here are some photos...