A Weekend At Home

Oct 15, 2013 by

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I always leave a hyperventilating mess. There’s just never enough time, and when I arrive on Friday evening, with 2.5 glorious days ahead of me, I have a false sense of basking in infinite time. But before I know it, it’s Monday morning, and I’m scrambling to pack and check things off my to do list and get some last minute love in from my dog Penny.

My body conveniently shuts down when I go home. It’s almost as if it knows I no longer have to look after myself. My body knows mum is there to cook yummy food, Saj is there to help carry my luggage (and even my lazy self sometimes), and my dad, brother, sister-in-law, grandparents, dog, friends – they are all there too, to help hold me up, give me a laugh, a piece of advice, a pep talk, a whatever the collapsed version of my Self needs. While I had ambitious thoughts of all the things I would do over the weekend and all the fabulous I would be, the sore throat kicked in as I drove myself to the airport on Friday night and didn’t relent until yesterday on my way back. Convenient. Thank you. While my ailing body held me back a little, I still accomplished everything I set out to do (apart from studying… ahem), and I was reminded that every now and then it’s okay to let other people take care of me, and that when I can’t stand on my own two feet, there are people there to help me along.

On Friday, I quickly changed into sweat pants and cuddled up with Saj and some neocitran and began watching the last half of the final season of Breaking Bad. I followed the neocitran with some nighttime cold medication, knocking me out completely. It was a glorious night.

Saturday morning came at the crack of a grey Winnipeg autumn morning, and I continued my Breaking Bad marathon. My lovely, wonderful sibling-cousins (they are siblings, my cousins, and also pretty much my siblings), Natalie and Ian came over for a catch up and a feast of giant apple pancakes, courtesy of mum. We also visited my brother and sister-in-law and their devil of a cat, Barksdale, at their new home. Later, Saj and I went for lunch with my friends Colin and Claire and then headed to the zoo to catch a glimpse of the baby snow leopards and the new polar bear. Saturday evening was Saj’s family thanksgiving dinner, and once I’d stuffed myself there, I went to an aunt and uncle’s house to catch up with more family yet. My friend Kyle collected me from there and we went back to my house to catch up and talk all things life, school, dreams and relationships. Colin, Claire and Saj joined us. We drank Saba spice, Irish whiskey, beer and wine, and Claire made me an Irish hot-toddy, extra special for my sore and pitiful throat. Thus concluded Saturday.

On Sunday, the Breaking Bad marathon blazed on. With just a couple of episodes left, I had to take a break to get ready for my family’s arrival and a big turkey “dinner”. What was originally supposed to be a Sunday Thanksgiving dinner quickly became a late lunch on Sunday when I was given the opportunity to go to the Jets game that night. I’ve written about hockey and the Jets lots (here, here, here, hereΒ andΒ here), so not going to the game was not an option. Priorities, people. Plus, my rearranging our plans also allowed my parents to go to the game. Everyone wins.

Lunch was filling and cozy and super delicious: all the things I could ever have asked for and everything I have to be thankful for. Food and family.

I then got ready for the game. Read: I painted my nails blue and put on my Pavelec jersey.

Saj and I met up with a large group of his friends, we found our box (yes, box seats!) for the night, and we enjoyed extra spicy caesars, beers and a great hockey game. The Jets had suffered a couple of tragic losses before Sunday, but I knew they were just getting ready to give me a win that day. They didn’t disappoint with a 3-0 finish.

Monday was the end of an era: I finished Breaking Bad. Wowza. And that’s all I will say on that because I don’t believe in spoiling for those of you who live like me, with no TV and counting on mum to PVR your shows.

I packed, and subsequently began hyperventilating and hypersecreting from my eyeballs. I’ve been told by several people over the course of my life that I “cry a lot” and that I’m a “cryer”. I used to not be okay with this title, but I’ve come to embrace it fondly. So what if my eyes have a tendency for leakage? I’m just more in tune with my feelings, and I’m not afraid to share them with the world and everyone at the airport. Bitch.

Okay maybe there was a bit too much Breaking Bad over the weekend.

But seriously, if you saw me at the Winnipeg airport yesterday, you probably would have wanted to give me a hug or your place in line.

So that was my action packed weekend. What did you do you?

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  1. Haha… the last time I went to a hockey game was in Florida in February… I was sick as well! It was a Valentine’s Day gift from someone special PLUS duh it’s hockey and I’m Canadian so as you know that’s not even a question. Also I love the neocitran + cold med coma/sleep. Does it give you crazy nightmares? Once I had to write one down because it was so insane and it took up 7 pages. God bless neocitran.

    • Colleen

      7 pages, holy crap. I’d like to hear about that dream. I didn’t have wicked nightmares… I was literally out cold. Actually, the best sleep I’ve had in a while. Yes, god bless neocitran and other over the counter meds that I can take to safely knock me out.

  2. Zhu

    You, home? I’m shocked! πŸ˜†

    Being home feels right sometimes though, especially for major holidays. I’m glad you enjoyed a good old hokey game!

    • Colleen

      Haha, shocker, right! It was such a good weekend… I’d like to say the hockey game was a highlight, but there is too much good stuff to pick from!

  3. Seriously sounds like the most perfect weekend!

  4. Does it get any better than this? I’m not so sure. My kind of weekend Colleen. πŸ˜€

  5. Ahhh. I am so behind on breaking bad. I think I need a long catch up as well.

    • Colleen

      See it’s for people like you I didn’t ramble on about BB! I don’t believe in spoiling – I have had far too many shows ruined for me by insensitive jerks making passing comments in conversation, inadvertently informing me of crucial plot twists and outcomes. Jerks.
      Let me know when you’re caught up!

  6. Just a weekend, ahhh, so short! But I’m glad it was fun. I wish it was possible to do a weekend at home from… Korea. Yeah. Not possible. I have to wait until Christmas!

    • Colleen

      Oh, but those long-awaited times at home are just that much sweeter, aren’t they? You will have such a blessed Christmas. x

  7. I’m enjoying following your blog! I’m from Brandon, currently living in Dubai πŸ™‚

    This sounds like a perfect weekend in Winnipeg! I’m jealous you got to go home for Thanksgiving.

    I’ve been that girl in YWG before – I was that girl crying all the way through the security line and during take off when I left in August!

    • Colleen

      A fellow Manitoban! Hi!!! I’m so happy to hear from you. πŸ˜€
      Yes, I consider myself lucky whenever I get to go home. Those times are very precious.
      I’m also glad I am not alone in the airport crying. If we are ever in an airport crying at the same time, I will sit next to you and we can cry together. Haha team crying.

  8. Well, aside from painting my nails I had much the same weekend, Colleen! Sorry, my comment is distracted because I keep thinking of your mum’s giant apple pancakes. I watched Star Trek: Into Darkness, Now You See Me and then went old classic with The Grapes Of Wrath. I did do some cooking a hearty pasta, sausage, veggie and cheese casserole. And I definitely had a good cry. All in all a pretty darn good weekend. Thank you for sharing your’s! I can’t get those pancakes out of my mind now thank you very much! πŸ™‚

    • Colleen

      Haha… It’s funny that you really latched onto the giant apple pancake. It really is worth the obsession. You’re a smart one, then.

  9. Hey Colleen. Feels awesome to be back home for the weekend, huh? I wish I could live closer to my hometown. Unfortunately, I go home twice or even once a year but I cherish every moment there. I’ve never seen a hockey match live in my life so I’m kinda jealous :).

    • Colleen

      Agness, if you ever come to Winnipeg (or Canada…), I will do everything in my power to get you to a hockey game. It’s so much fun!

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