Happy Turkey Day!!

It's thanksgiving, but it's no celebration! Since we don't celebrate thanksgiving here, there are no pictures of turkeys at the store, or decorations, or cornacopias, or delicious smelling turkey dinners. So sad. Although, Ryan and I did score big yesterday when we found "real Canadian maple syrup" at ASDA. We bought it right away (didn't even look at the price) and made french toast for dinner. It was soooooo good. Reminded me of home.

We haven't had internet at home for nearly a week, so there are lots of funny stories to tell. I'll do a few here and there and do my best to keep you all up to date.

Most of the funny stories have to do with the bus. The bus is the place where the crazies live, I am convinced. If you ever want to meet a crazy, just jump on a double decker!!

Last weekend, Ryan and I decided that we were going to venture out and try to find the Big Tesco. For those of you who are wondering, this is a very exciting adventure since this Tesco was supposed to be chock full of teaching supplies, and we would get lost it was so big. This was the rumour. It turned out not to be true, although we did pick up a couple of other things at great deals. But the most exciting part didn't even happen at the store, it happened on the bus. FYI, we generally stick to one or two buses. We don't generally have any use for buses that take us to places we don't need or want to go. This particular day we had to take a different bus to a different part of town, and in doing so we were (or at least I was) a little bit nervous because I don't like to be lost. While we were waiting for this bus to arrive, we stood at a bus stop. It is not so unual to have rude, inconsiderate, loud, stupid teenagers at a bus stop, or on a bus for that matter, and there isn't much we can do about it. Kids ride free, so they hop on and off of the buses like they have nothing better to do (they probably don't). These three teenage boys were no exception. They were pushing each other into people and swearing, and making fools of themselves for no particular reason. When the bus came by one of them jumped in front of the bus and held his arms out, like the guy was going to run him over, or at least stop on a dime because he was in the way. I said to Ryan "they are going to get themselves killed!" Meanwhile the bus driver would not open the door. He finally got the kids attention and said to them, "you are not getting on". Ryan and I were secretly laughing, while the bus driver let everyone else on except the three boys. After everyone else was on, the boys were standing at the door and saying "why won't you let us on?" The classic answer, and the answer that the boys should hear more often: "because you are acting like idiots!" Good for you mr. bus driver, good for you!!!

Ryan and I laughed all the way to Tesco.

I am trying to write this and eat lunch at the same time, so I am going to say goodbye for now. I promise that I will continue the stories soon!!