Merry Christmas PT.2

Once upon a time in August 2007, I went to McDonalds in Australia's Capital city. Canberra.

(say it how the Aussies do and its "Can-bra") Now I don't usually leave my purse places, but this night I did; of course I didn't realize it until my friends and I got home to Cooma (which is like an hour and a half south of Canberra) Anyway my reaction was not good. If you left you purse (with your camera, wallet, and everything else thats pretty dear to you in it) in Winnipeg, like what are the chances that your gonna get it back right? So we called the police in Canberra to see if anyone had turned it in etc. Nothing yet. So for a few days I was just right upset. The one and only time I cried in Australia was when I thought I'd never get my camera back. Anyway one miraculous day my roomate Brooke came running into our apartment (right in the middle of my tear spillage) and was like "Sheila, Sheila,. Sheila! they FOUND YOUR PURSE!" and I was happy.

A few days later we went into Canberra to take Brooke to the airport, so then we also stopped at the Police station to pick up my beloved purse.. mostly my beloved camera. Sure enough it was all in there except for my belov.. nah my 42.00's worth of money. The police told me it was in their safe, but the dude who had the key wasnt there, but they gave me a paper, and said I could come back another time to get it. So that was all fine. So then the next time we went into Canberra which was like a month later, we came back to the station and they were like "We don't have a record of it, go look at such and such a place. So we went to this other police place an they were like "we dont know why they told you to come here cuz its not here either." but go talk to so and so. So the next time we came to Canberra which was just before I flew up to the Sunshine Coast, we talked to this head cheese guy and he didn't understand why;d they put me on such a rat trail, but said he'd send me the money, and I was like well dude Im not gonna be in Australia forever so you're your gonna have to send it back to Canada, cuz its not gonna get to me in time out here. So he's like okay we can arrange that bla bla..So I gave him my address with not much faith that he would actually carry through, but really it wasn't a big deal. cuz its $42.00, its not my whole bank account lol. Anyways I kinda forgot about it all. Came home. Nothing came.

SO a couple months ago I was going through all my Australia stuff and papers, and I came across my paper that the police gave me, and I was like ya know what? Im gonna write these Australia convicts of police a letter and just see what happens, If nothing happens whatever, but Im just curious if they'd reply. So I photocopied the paper they gave me, and wrote a oh-so-professional letter to the Woden Police Station (found their address on the internet) and mailed it off. Totally forgot all about it and then yesterday I got home from work, and my parents are all like serious and there like "Sheila you got mail from the Australian police" and Im like "what did I do???" but then I remembered and I was like"ya gotta be kidding me, they actually replied??!?!!?" so I opened it up and just laughed my head off.. 1 year and 4 months later they sent me my money back!!! I just have to smile. I dont even know if I'll deposit it.. cuz its just fun to look at.

Todays Christmas eve.. but cuz we did everything we would normally do on this day on Sunday, it kinda just feels like a Saturday.I had the greatest sleep in, woke up feeling just great, talked to my sugar for abit, cooked some mac and cheese for dad and me, then he left and i was home alone. I started working on my skating trail outside, but it meant that I had to clear trees outta the way, so I whacked a whole heap of little trees down, most excersise I've gotton in a long time, cuz it took like 50 whacks for each tree lol.. but I got that part finished, then I came inside to melt my freezing face. I shook a bunch of sticks outta my hair; and now Im blogging and singing along to a bunch of sappy love songs that have no particular face behind them so I just picture my future husband, who doesn't really have a clear face but I know he's about the hottest man on earth. hahaha, the beautiful thing about being super single is that your imagination in the limit.

Anywho Im gonna go wash some dishes, and see what else I can do with my skating trail around my yard.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JESUS!!!!!!!