The Girl Who is Going to 26 Cities!!!!

Merry Christmas Eve everyone!!!!  Now this posting is just about the first portion of my Alberta trip - stop 1:  Calgary!!  The next posting will be all about my actual being at home for Christmas trip, so be prepared for that one!!! So for your listening I pleasure is a song that I had listened to multiple times during the day since I knew I was coming home for the holidays:  good old Paul Brandt  The zoolight pictures you see scattered throughout are the ones from the Calgary Zoo!!! 

 

Well getting to Calgary itself was quite the rigamaroll.  I get everything packed up, make sure things around my place will be fine for the month+ that I will be gone, talk to the leasing company and talk to the neighbours to watch things for me.  Perfect.  Get on the metro and start getting all excited about getting on a plane and going home.  I arrive at the airport and panic sets in - what did I do with my house keys?  I hunt and can't find my keys - oh shit - did I leave them in the front entry part when I put the note on my mailbox?  Not good.  So I hunt around in my bag everywhere and still can't find them.  I phone the leasing company, panicked, asking them to head over there and see if they are sitting there.  Nothing I could do about it at the moment so I proceed into the airport.  Everything there is mostly self service, so I check myself in and proceed to the baggage helper person to get my luggage tag, and he announces 'I'm looking for the girl going to 26 cities', meaning me.  He wishes me luck on my trip and I am off on my way.  Board the plane and go all the way back to the last row (issue for later on) and get comfy at my window seat.  I do that whole 'oh please sit beside me' when seeing a hot guy come up the aisle, but alas, no hot guy sat beside me.  We start to taxi and I am watching, waving Goodbye to Washington, but then the plane starts doing a u-turn and suddenly I am seeing myself waving Hello to Washington.  I listen to the pilot who says that we will be detained in Washington for 30 mins due to weather in New York.  I start to slightly panic as I only had 1.5 hours to make my connecting flight in New York, but I am still sitting at 1 hour to make it.  Doable.  We are sitting there and sitting there, 30 mins goes by and we haven't started to taxi again, and then eventually the pilot comes back on 'excuse me ladies and gentlemen but it appears as though we will be delayed another 15 to 20 minutes'.  Not good - I am officially going to miss my connecting flight.  I flag down the flight attendant, who already seemed to be in a cantankerous mood due to people not listening to her many announcements regarding luggage in the overhead bins, and ask her what would happen once we got to New York for connecting flights - she asks me who I am flying with when I get there and I tell her Air Canada.  Her wonderful response 'since it is not US Airways, I can't help you'.  So now I have about an hour and some to sit there and stew and panic about missing my flight.  At the end of the plane.  Needing to wait for everyone else to get off first.  Even worse. 

 

We finally get to New York.  I come running off the plane and start looking at all the boards to see where Air Canada flys out of as I need to get my tickets changed.  No Air Canada listed on any of the boards.  Crap.  Stop and ask a worker dude at the Airport 'excuse me, I am looking for the terminal that deals with Air Canada - do you know where it is?'  He looks up, thinking, a lost look on his face - 'Air Canada.....Air Canada.....I have never heard of that airline before.  I don't think we have that here.'  I quickly say thank you and keep running through the airport, trying to find a more helpful person.  I stop and ask another person where Air Canada is, and they tell me Terminal D.  Okay, way more helpful.  Perfect.  I start moving again and realize I don't know where Terminal D is or how to get there, so stop and ask another person how to get to Terminal D.  'What airline are you wanting to get to?' 'Air Canada' 'Oh, that is in Terminal B.  Go outside and get into the line that is for the Bus route for the terminals'.  Okay, so Terminal B.  Gotcha.  Head outside.  There are lines everywhere and for what? who knows as there are no signs anywhere.  So I just start asking people in line - excuse me, where is this line going?  Somebody asks me where I am trying to get to and once I tell him, he proceeds to tell me what line I want.  Perfect - a very helpful person.  I was about to hug him but then remembered where I was and decided probably not a good thing.  I get into the line (after asking the person ahead of me if this line was for the Bus Terminal route) and phone Ma, freaking out about missing my flight and if I was needing to spend a night in New York I was not going to be happy and yadda yadda yadda.  I get off the phone and the person behind me asks me where I am trying to go and so I tell him Terminal B.  He tells me that the line I was in was for Grand Central Station.  Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Are you shitting me!!!!!  Not good at all.  So this wonderful guy takes me to the right line and I finally get to the right terminal.  Go stand in line.  Wait. Wait. Wait.  I see no Air Canada ticket agents.  I ask the lady in front of me if there has been anyone there and she tells me that she has been waiting 30 minutes.  I don't have 30 minutes so I head over to the 'priority/important person' line - I get up to the agent and tell her the deal and she starts typing and tells me that she can hook me up with the next flight that is leaving New York to Toronto and then the next flight from Toronto to Calgary, with the caveat that I only have an hour in Toronto to get through customs, security and recheck the luggage.  I tell her that come hell or high water, I will make that flight so just book it for me hahaha.  She does her magic, prints me off two new boarding passes and I am on my way.  I get up to the gate and go talk to the agent there - telling them that I missed my last flight and that my luggage will need to be on this flight.  She types in her computer and tells me that they were already advised and my luggage was already on my plane.  Sweet.  Love this - things are finally working out.  I ask her if it was possible to get a closer seat to the front of the plane - she did some typing and said yep.  She took my boarding pass, ripped it up and went to print my new one.....but it didn't print.  So I had to go to a different line (a long lineup) and get them to reprint my boarding pass - by this time I have about 20 minutes to get on the plane.  I stand in line and wait and wait and when I am 2 people from the front of the line, they announce over the PA that the following people are able to go to the front of the line as they are waiting for stand by tickets....my name is not announced so I wait and wait some more. I finally get my boarding pass and get onto the plane.  We are sitting there, about to taxi to the runway, and the pilot comes on, telling us that we will be delayed about 15 minutes......I keep my nerve somehow and just turn the music on louder hahaha.  We finally take off - good bye New York!!!! 

 

We pull into Toronto and I am flying (hahaha pun intended) off the plane, trying to get to Customs as fast as possible.  I am on the escalator, heading down and what do I see above/in front of me, this sign.  I did not take this picture as I did not have enough time to stop, dig out the camera and take the picture so I googled this one hahaha.  But it was a wonderful feeling.  I get through Customs with a wonderful 'welcome home' from the customs agent, run to security where I got a pat down since I didn't take off my boots or anything like that (the most action I have seen for 5 months I might add), got to the luggage carousel, grabbed my luggage, rechecked the luggage, and ran to my gate.  In my running, I passed a Davids Tea!!! Another warm feeling that I was home!!! I get on the plane with about 5 minutes to spare and was advised that I got a free meal with my ticket -thank you ticket agent chick in New York!!!! I didn't even realize that other than the airplane munchy foods I didn't eat something since about noon.  The flight was quiet and long - but an uneventful and kind of relaxing one, which was nice.  I was finally in Canada!!!  We pull into Calgary and I am looking outside, seeing the wonderful snow and feeling ever so happy of finally making it there (I think I was only an hour and a half late than my scheduled arrival time).  I go and stand by the luggage carousel.  I wait and wait. Wait some more.  Finally a guy walks over and asks me my name - I say yes, I am.  He says 'I am so sorry but your luggage is still in Toronto'.  I kind of figured as much.  So we go and he puts in a request for it to come on the next available flight in the morning and will bring it to where ever I am staying.   Very helpful.   Shannon was there to pick me up and after a very long day, seeing a wonderful, smiling and happy face was very muchily needed. 

 

My Calgary trip was a whirlwind of seeing people and covering the city getting from point A to point B but it was a good trip. I was staying everywhere - Shannons, Aly's, Sam's, Sonya's - basically anywhere that had an available bed for me hahaha. The Saturday I got there I met up with some friends and we went and played Name That Tune - I totally kicked ass and won our team a $50 gift certificate to the pub.  It is how I roll…hahaha.  One night Aly and I went to zoolights as that is a tradition of ours (3^rd time we have went).  It was pretty awesome – I swear that there are more lights this year than there has been other years, although the musical lights section was a little disappointing, but the rest of the lights were pretty spectacular.  Another night we went to Ranchmans and got our line-dancing on.  It was pretty fun – you can’t go wrong with country music, cheap Budweiser and laughter.  Met up with my cousins and uncle one night and that was good to see them – talked to my cousin about her wedding plans and all of that. It was a very good trip - seeing friends and family was something that I needed very much and it was a good way to start the Christmas season!! I miss all of you Calgary peeps and wish you a very Merry Christmas!!!! 

 

 

The Churches of all Churches, the Library of all Libraries, an American Version of Zoolights and the End of a Semester!!!!

So here is some music for you guys for this posting - it is one of my favorite songs to listen to while studying and being in wicked awesome places!!!!   Some Clint Mansell for you

So way back in the day when I first realized I was going to be moving to Washington, my first round of business was going to get a library card from the Library Of Congress so I can be all cool and professional and whatnot and study there as it is *the* library of all libraries (alright, *maybe* the Vatican City Library is a better library, judging from the movie Angels and Demons but for now, the Library of Congress is *the* library). The first semester is over and I have yet to go and get a library card.  Granted, I have attempted a couple of times to do it, but something usually happens to stop it from happening.  However, the day that Riya and I were supposed to go and get it, we still wandered around the unlibrary part of the library which was pretty amazing.  The architecture there is outstanding – it reminded me of the Vatican (never been there however) or Caesars Palace in Vegas (have been there) or something like that; basically not a library.  However, since I wasn't in the actual library part, that could be why.  All around the roof were quotes - not famous quotes in a way, but just very thought provoking quotes, like "They are never alone who are accompanied by noble thoughts" or "the history of the world is the biography of great men".  Next time I go there, I am going to take a picture of every quote they have as they were inspiring to read.  I was more in the museum part of the library, which is why it didn't look like a library.  Thomas Jefferson’s Library was amazing to see all his books and what he liked to read about (6,487 books, mostly science stuff) and the part dedicated to the Jewish culture (Winnie the Pooh anyone??) was full of so much information.  The whole place was just full of so much information and history, I loved walking around, reading everything and just soaking it all up.  Every time I go to a place, I am in awe at the history, the information and the experience that I get no matter where I go.  However, I feel like I missed so many other collections there as the website (http://www.loc.gov/pictures/collections/) lists way more things than I saw so I will definitely need to go back and try to see everything there.  And get into the main reading room.  And try to find the President's Book of Secrets.  And not get kicked out of the Library (if the Government is reading this, I am joking - I will not try to find the Presidents' Book of Secrets).  Can’t wait till I can actually get my library card and to into the actual library part and study.  But for now I will just leave you with a picture of the greatest rooms ever in the history of libraries. 

After the library, we decided to trek to the National Cathedral as I have heard wonderful things about that place and the rumours were not lying – this building is both daunting and romantic (http://www.nationalcathedral.org/).  It is frigging huge and tall - there is a tour one can take to get up to the bells in the great central tower - this is 333 steps, 300 feet above ground.  I think one time I am going to do this climb as the view at the top would be absolutely gorgeous.  The stained glass windows were breathtaking to admire and the high alter was a little unreal and potent and serene all at the same time.  I could have stood there for hours just looking at the glass, waiting to see how different they would look when the sun was hitting it from a different angle.  The colors were so vibrant and potent, mesmerizing to stand there and just stare at them.  If I am ever to get married, that is where  I want to get married.  I haven’t looked into how much it would cost or how far in advance I need to rent/book the Cathedral, but it would be amazing.  The gardens outside were gorgeous (albeit not in bloom as it was fall that we went) and walking about the place was very peaceful and calming.  On the outside of the Cathedral there is something like over 120 gargoyles and I was quite excited when I heard this, but me being me, I imagined gargoyles like in the old cartoon Gargoyles blast from the past - you need to watch this, not just listen or like the gargoyles from The Hunchback of Notre Dame bad quality but good still.....how wrong I was.  But, don’t get me wrong, they were pretty interesting to spot and look at as they were all different and unique.  It would be fun one day to try to spot them all.  I think that is going to be on the New Years Resolution list. Apparently there is a Darth Vadar-esque one that I need to go and sleuth out.  I don't know how to put into words the beauty and splendour of this place - the top floor is all the stained glass, high alter and a kid's chapel area.  Downstairs are mini chapels signifying Jesus' life. It would be absolutely amazing to have Christmas Eve mass at this place - something I would love to experience one day. 

So during the Thanksgiving weekend holiday, I needed to get out of the house from doing so much school work and then with my godmother's funeral and whatnot and I remember seeing a poster at the metro station regarding Zoolights at the Zoo so I figured this would be a perfect thing to go and do - when has the Zoo never made me feel better??  I got to the zoo a little earlier than when Zoolights started to get in some viewing of the animals but with it being in the Fall/Late November, most of the animals were like 'screw you, it is too cold out here' but the 'Canadian' animals (wolves, beavers, etc etc) were out and loving the weather.  I found that quite funny and stayed in that part of the zoo for a bit to feel one with home.  So I am wondering through the zoo, seeing no animals except for the Canadian animals, ooooh I saw the Panda which was pretty awesome, but saw him very briefly as there were people all around the exhibit to get a look at them and just waited for the sun to go down and the lights to be awesome.  The cheetahs were fun to watch as they just kept pacing and pacing around their exhibit.  I was waiting for one to pounce but sadly, it did not happen.  So finally, when the sun was set, the lights were lit and it was a nice break from reality to be there.  One thing that I felt while walking through the zoo was that their Zoolights compared to Calgary's Zoolights wasn't anything spectacular or out of this world.  It could be because the Washington Zoolights was free when Calgary's you need to pay for so that could be a reason, but regardless, the lights at Washington still made me happy and gave me warm fuzzies as it felt like Christmastime and Winter has finally hit.  Except for the lack of snow and the still in the positive temperatures we have been having, Christmastime and winter nonetheless.  While walking around the zoo, they opened up some of the houses for people to pop into and warm up and one of them was the reptile house.  I have no clue how I missed this guy the first time I went to the zoo as he is pretty hard to miss, but I was totally and utterly enraptured with him.  I think I stood there for at least 10 minutes, just watching him, doing nothing.  Maybe I was waiting for him to move, do something, but he didn't, and that just made my day.  He was so grumpy looking that it kind of reminded me of Papa Joe.  I just imagined a cane in his one hand and it would have been a splitting image hahaha.  I haven't named him yet but I think he is my favorite animal at the zoo as of today Overall, the trip to the zoo did just what I needed it to do - it gave me a reprieve from life and a chance to get out and just go see some lights, think of Christmas and get away from everything for a bit.  

The end of the semester was upon us....studying was being had by all and exams were looming around the corner.  The semester went so fast that it was amazing when we were all said and done everything.  I don't think I could have gotten through the semester without the wonderful group of girls that I had made friendships with - without you guys I would have felt so alone, in more ways than one as you guys helped me through the tough times near the end of the semester.  I am so fortunate to have met you all; I wish you all the very best during the Christmas break and I am missing you guys!!!  I will see you all in the New Year!!!

I will leave you all with this little saying from Mr. Lincoln himself - I went and saw Lincoln with Riya and I will say that he is my favorite president - so calm, poised and powerful.  This speech that he did just shows what kind of man he was.  This was at the National Cathedral.  For some reason I feel like this has touched me in more ways than one with all the losses I have had in the recent past. I hope you enjoy it!!! Merry christmas to everyone!!!

 

 

History, Memories and Pictures, lots and lots of pictures.....

It is mid-November; school is starting to come to an end for this semester (woohoo!!!), Thanksgiving is just around the corner and the countdown of me returning to Alberta for Christmas is on!!! Just thinking of being around family and friends, good times and laughter, creating new memories and pictures is going to be my biggest strength to get through these next couple of weeks.  So all this being said, a couple of weekends ago (again, I am totally slacking on keeping this blasted thing updated), Kalyn and I decided to hit the National Museum of American History.  It was a pretty kick ass place to go check out (http://americanhistory.si.edu/) and deciding to go to that Museum was a conundrum as originally we were supposed to go see the Air and Space Museum, but then I wasn't really feeling all 'air and space-like', so then we were going to check out the Museum of Natural History, but when I was watching Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, I decided I wanted to see the Sesame Street characters, but they weren't on exhibition anywhere, so basically when we got to the Museum Map, I did the classic close-the-eyes-spin-spin-spin-and-point move and we found ourselves heading towards the American History Museum. 

 
Walking through it, Kalyn and I talked about our grandparents and the different way of life and it just got me thinking about all the family events that I have gone too, all the stories sitting around tables or campfires and all the memories I have about my own family and how, if it will be any different, generations from now will think back to this era. With it being Thanksgiving in a couple of weekends, I figured having a family posting would be the best thing right now.  Also, with the passing of my Godmother, it has made me a little nostalgic of family members that have left us and the ones who are still around.  So, as I take you back through memories and pictures (lots of pictures), you will see some music links, if you want to enrich your experience all the more!!!  So first song: get up and dance if you feel like it
 

 My uncle and aunt suited each other to a T (yes, a capital T).  I remember the story of my uncle lighting their house on fire when he was little:  when he was a little kid, he liked to play with matches (perfectly normal - did not turn into a pyro thankfully) And he would blow the match out and then throw them down the hole in the wall of the bathroom (not exactly sure what the hole was for). Well one of the matches was still hot enough to catch the tissues on fire and eventually the fire department was called as was grandpa who passed the fire truck on his way there. Apparently my uncle never got into any real trouble for almost burning he house down, which surprises me as Grandpa apparently enjoyed putting his hot pipe against the back of an ear just to watch them jump and squeal, just for kicks. But then again, maybe that is where my uncle got his fascination for hotness/fire/burning from..... As for my aunt, she was crazy, like craaaaaaazy, about Halloween.  When I lived with them, the first time I remember walking through the front door and not knowing about this side of a very gentle, soft spoken, innocent seeming aunt of mine was almost obsessed with Halloween and seeing skeletons, pumpkins, witches, all things associated with Halloween everywhere.  It honestly threw me for a loop. 

  

A huge family tradition of ours, and it is something that I look forward to all the time, is playing cards.  My gramps got me hooked on crib; I never could beat him for some reason, but there was a time that I did beat him and he got all pouty and grumpy and accused me of cheating!!!  There were many times that he and I would be playing crib while Grandma was sitting there, watching her Blue Jays play and get mad at us for speaking over the game.  Whenever my one sister and I get together, we play crib - I use the word 'play' kind of loosely as it is more like I have to reteach her how the play the game hahaha.  Also, my stepmother and I play crib quite a lot and it sounds like it is a hunting tradition between my brother, his wife, my dad and stepmom.  It is something that is just woven into us, and it makes sense as it is something that our parents did.  Not only do we play crib, but lately, and I don't remember who got us on this kick, but for the past couple of Christmas', we have been playing Uno like it is going out of style.  When the Uno cards get broken out, it is mayhem as laughter, shouting, cameras and memories are involved. 

 

Next song is a doozey so watch out folks:  warning: may cause tears.  The memories I have of my Grandpa's are both vague and clear all at once.  My one grandpa, I don't really remember him before he had his stroke.  However, there are a couple of things that always make me remember him:  first, itchiban - this was his meal of choice for lunches.  And he made it so much better than I ever have, I don't know what his trick was as it is just noodles and water.  I also would like to think that the part of me that wants to work in forensic hospitals is because of him - he used to be a psych nurse at Souris Valley and Dad would tell me stories about being at the hospital and seeing all the mental patients and their behaviors; I like thinking that when I feel like I am struggling through this part of my life, Gramps is up there, just watching me, cheering me on.  He was probably one of the most gentle and patient man I have ever know.  Now, as for my other Grandpa, I got his stubbornness, his love for cards and as I get older, his crying gene.  He was both a strong and soft man; patient when teaching me crib, but such a sore loser when I would rarely beat him.  One game he actually quit playing because I got a 26 hand, and he was so sure that I had cheated hahaha.  He would play so dirty though - until I knew the rule, if I shuffled the cards more than 3 times, he would say I lost my turn.  When Grandpa smiled, it was such a childish smile that it warmed your insides. And when he cried, I do not know anybody except for my brother who would not get tears in their eyes when they saw that.  I love knowing that I have a little bit of both Grandpa's in me that makes me have the drive and determination I have today. 

 

Now, each man has to have an equally, or better, other half.  Enter, the grandmothers, the rocks of the family and this song embodies them perfectly: they are *the* women.  I would love to say that I got my mom's moms classic beauty, but alas, I didn't.  I got my dad's mom's moms hips....hahaha.  And boobs.  And curly hair.    However, I didn't get her baking skills.  I didn't get any baking skills.  Oh, I digress. All of that aside, I tend to think I am my dad's mom:  sarcastic, stubborn, bingo-lover, card lover and reader.  I will always remember her in her hair curlers, sitting at the kitchen table.   And that green rooster - I need to somehow tell her that I want the rooster when she, sadly and unfortunately, passes away.  That rooster is a part of my childhood.  But going to her house, I would just read so much while there and she always had new books by the time we visited again.  She had 4 boys, my dad obviously being one of them, and kudos to her for putting up with my uncles all the time.  I could only imagine her yelling at them all the time to take whatever they were doing outside hahaha.  And then there is my mother's mom:  quiet, reserved, regal-like; my oldest sister got most of Grandma I think.   I couldn't imagine Grandma raising her voice at her children, all freaking 14 of them.  She was so into her looks, a quality I did not pick up from her at all) it was pretty funny.  One of the last reunions, she didn't like her glasses for the pictures, so I lent her mine hahaha.  And the purple sweater that she had that she was worried she didn't look good in, that woman had class and style (not saying my other grandma didn't have style because I am way more like her in clothing hahaha). 

 



Looking at the two of them and trying to realize what it must have been like to raise their children in a time where there was no electricity, no indoor plumbing, and making the best out of their situation makes them by far the most bravest and strongest women I have met (probably a little crazy at times).  My dad told the story of growing up with no indoor plumbing: no running water, bathroom in an outhouse, having baths in galvanized tubs  in the kitchen from boiled water from the outside hand pump.  And then came the day that they got indoor plumbing - the excitement of flushing a toiler or turning a tap to get instantly hot water (the picture is the expression I could see my dad having back when he was younger and seeing a toilet flush hahaha). For those women, my grandmothers, to make sure their children got the best life they could in the situations there were in basically tops any trials or tribulations people have nowadays in living - oh nos, the Internet connection is down, my 5th tv doesn't have satellite cable.  I think it really hit home for me when we had the hurricane warning as I got candles out and used the hurricane lamp candle holder thingy (probably not the technical term) that Aunty Sylvia got me and when I was trying to figure out what I would do if my power went out and I lost my laptop power, or my cellphone went down, it probably would have been a very calming (yet panicking) feeling to just sit there and read by candlelight.  It made me think about how much stuff we take for granted nowadays.  

 

Being so far away from my family, and not having the ability to just decide 'hey, this weekend I think I am going to go home and see my family' has been the hardest adjustment of all.  I get pangs of homesickness and with the wonderful technology of Skype, I can see them basically whenever I want to, it just isn't the same as sitting in the living room with them, or having supper with them (oh my goodness I can't wait for home cooked meals) and just being home again.  Some of my fondest family memories is just when we are all sitting around, being ourselves, talking, laughing and being with one another. 

 

 From my great grandma's hips to my uncle's smile to my mother's voice, I am my history, I am my family and I am my own legacy. 

Life can't get any better when you realize how much you love your family.

And so I leave you with a link to one of my most favorite songs ever, I hope you enjoy:
 I love and miss you all!!!!

 



President Pierce was a hot drunk, US Marshalls are pretty damn attractive and a Prof wants to "humble" us

So I am writing this posting which is very long due past (seems like a recurring theme with my postings).  However, I felt the need to write this post more sooner rather than later as we are under a Hurricane Sandy warning where we may be powerless for a bit, technology will die when the juice runs out or the satellites get all wonky and in a lack of tea twitchy state.  So I am going back into the memory vault to see what I have been doing the past couple of weeks. 

After what seemed like a hiatus in the touristy aspect of my life, I decided to change that and go do something not school related.  So, it was off to a history day for me, and along for the ride was Riya (who loves the one president most of our day was geared towards), Kayln and her brother.  I figured who better to be around than Americans to learn about American History (note to people - I would make a horrible guide when doing something Canadian history like).  As well, I learnt that movies do lie (**shakes fist up at movies**).   So first stop, Ford's Theatre (http://www.fordstheatre.org/home/plan-your-visit) .

Now, for some of those who don't know what Ford's Theatre is, that is the place where President Lincoln was shot by John Wilkes Booth.  And plus, who does not like all the controversy surrounding his death and all who were involved with the planning (see the movie The Conspirator as it does not lie unlike some other movies *cough cough National Treasure: Book of Secrets*).  It was a nice day, in my books, and standing outside, waiting for our turn to get into the Theatre, I got quite a lot of 'she's crazy' looks; probably because I was wearing a tank top when everybody else was wearing long sleeved shirts and jackets....Riya said that I should be wearing a sign that said 'I'm not crazy, I am Canadian'. 

 

Anywho, we got inside the place and it was quite amazing to see all the history and information on Lincoln.  There was an area that was dedicated to all those who were known to be involved with his assassination.  To be able to look at the gun that shot President Lincoln was quite amazing as well as to see the actual balcony where it happened.  They have not touched the balcony since that night so to see it exactly as it was that night was quite a historical feeling.  We got a talk from a Ranger about the events around that night; at first his voice was quite the 'waaa waaa waaa' (the teacher's voice from Peanuts) but it gradually grew on you.  And, for future purposes sake, a line that apparently people just cracked up when they heard back in the day was "Don't know the manners of good society, eh? Well, I guess I know enough to turn you inside out, old gal; you sockdologizing old man-trap!" Saying that nowadays will give you crazy looks......wait, I get them anways, so might as well go around saying this line to peoples.....hahaha.  Oh, so one thing that I knew that the American's didn't know, and don't ask me how I knew this, is that a Civil War Union General Joesph Hooker popularized the term 'hooker' because of all the ladies that would fratnerize/follow Hooker's troops.  Or something along those lines.  Anywho, the purpose of this is to say that I knew something of American history that the American's didn't know.  Who would have thunk....hahaha. 

 

From Ford's theatre, we got to go see the Petersen House which is where President Lincoln actually died.  Now Lincoln was a pretty huge guy, standing past 6', and the bed that he was brought to seemed to be like a 5'5 bed, so imagining him laying on that bed just seemed off.  After the Peterson House was to the Center for Education and Leadership.  The best part of this was the 34-foot tower of books all about President Lincoln.  Also here was the Aftermath Gallery where we got to see his funeral travels from Washington, DC to Springfield, IL.   I can honestly tell you that people came from miles around to see his body and mourn their beloved President. 

 

After Ford's Theatre, we went to Madam Tussaud's Wax Museum.  The one in Washington (I went to the one in Las Vegas) has all the presidents as well as movie stars, sports people and news people.  It was fun to see all the presidents as I could probably recognize about 5 of them hahaha and learn some fun facts about them all.  Like, for example, President Howard Taft got stuck in a bathtub. One of them, President Pierce, was actually pretty hot for back in the day.  And me being me, I, of course, think that the drunk and a guy who ran over an old lady with his horse was the hottest President for back in the day.  I know how to pick them right?? hahaha.  And I can't forget about Johnny Depp - oh dear lord I was about to jump that statute right there and then it looked so much like Johnny....oh so hot......(http://www.madametussauds.com/washington/)

 



After that weekend, it was nose to the books for school - midterms, papers, presentations and a field trip was on the list for school.  The field trip was to St. Elizabeths Hospital - this is the state hospital for forensic patients.  Now, it was kind of saddening as it has been totally revamped and doesn't look like your imagined psychiatric hospital (I was thinking like Souris Valley) but not so much (old St. E's is top, new St. E's is the bottom).  The way it is set up is that the one side is for the transitional patients (the civilly committed folks) and the intensive patients (the forensically committed folks).  We were not able to go over to the intensive side, so that was saddening, but at least we got to walk around the place and see how it works and is set up.  I would have loved *loved* to have run into John Hinckley Jr. but we had no chance of that happening.  My goal is to still work there, so one day it will happen.  Our psychopathology professor works on the intensive side at St. E's and she always tells us stories about the patients she sees there and it just makes me want to work there all the more.  One day it will happen; one day. 

 

I finally started to do my volunteering with Survivors and Advocates For Empowerment with their Court Watch Program.   What this entails is that I go and sit in Domestic Violence Court and take stats about who the Respondent/Petitioner are, their sex, their race, if they got the Protection Order, if they didn't, yadda yadda yadda.  All the statitics then gets entered into a program and it will say if a particular judge is more lenient towards some people, rude towards others, and how to make the system better overall, so it is quite interesting.  I did learn that the US Marshalls (who are supposed to be in the courtroom for all the hearings) are quite hot, like very hot.  It must be a requirement to be hot to join the Marshalls, like Firefighters.  So sitting in the courtroom for 4 hours looking at a US Marshall is not a bad way to spend one's morning hahaha.  And also, there can be some Judge Judy like drama.  I saw a case where it was two roommates (which can be domestic violence fyi) arguing back and forth about rent and if one can go into the others' bedroom.  It got quite heated.  But on a better note, while I was heading towards the DC Superior Court, I stumbled upon the Canadian Embassy.  I should probably remember where this is just in case I ever need it......

 

So, back to school.  It is getting kind of stressful - lots of people getting tense and heated about the way classes are going, the feeling that classes are useless and papers due that we had no clue how to do.  The paper that we didn't know how to do was a Case Conceptualization (basically you take a client's behavior and justify it with a theorist - Freud, Adler, Erikson, Horney, etc etc) and this paper was a beast of a paper - mine turned out to be 22 pages long.  With no clue what I was doing.  So here comes the day to hand in the paper, and we all happily hand it in, just to be done with it.  The prof, as nice as she is, tells us that she will mark us more on the lenient side as we didn't have time to go through most of the theorists before this paper was due and had to basically muddle through the theorist ourselves to apply it to the behavior.  Oh wonderful - great news.  Especially since getting anything below a B- is considered a fail.....not a happy thought.  So yeah, she tells us that she will leniently mark us.  Then, in the same breathe, she tells us, however, that everyone needs to fail a paper to "humble" them, and if we fail this paper, consider it a gentle fail. Oh, okay, that doesn't sound nice at all anymore....hahaha.  So now I am in limbo waiting for this paper to get back to me seeing as we have another Case Conceptualization due the week of Thanksgiving.  Oys.  Gotta take the bad with the good when it comes to school I guess.  As such, I will leave you with this picture of a sculpture in a sculpture garden I stumbled upon a couple of weekends ago. I call it "The Alice in Wonderland version of The Thinking Man". 

 

So, with all this being said, sadly no touristy stuff is happening this weekend.  Hopefully next weekend will be something fun done.  Take care and I love and miss you all!!!  I will have a countdown going once I book my tickets for coming home for christmas!!!!!