White Lies

Because we weren't ready to say goodbye to the kids yet, some of us headed up to Father Mallaghan's in Victoria to spend a few hours with the boys on July 26. I caught a bus to the PC office in the morning to drop off some surveys for IST (In Service Training) which we (EC83) were having the rest of the week. After saying my good mornings to our wonderful PC Staff I caught a next bus to the terminal in town to meet up with Katie and Hannah before catching yet another bus to Victoria. The reason we went to see the boys is because we still had to give them their goodie bags from earning marbles during camp (the goodies were locked up in a closet when we returned from the camp out last week), plus, we wrote thank you cards with them to the people who helped donate time and goods for the camp. We were all having a good time, so good in fact that I may have started a rumor that I liked Katie's mom. Kt asked for it anyways, she wrote a naughty thank you card to my mom as a joke so I had to fight back. Well the kids really enjoyed the rumor about me and Katie's mom and it got a little out of control, they talked about it the whole time and I actually felt bad about it. Oh well, me and Katie's relationship is defined by making fun of each other, she can handle it. After a quick Roti, I hopped on the next bus into town in an attempt to make it back to NaDMA before 1:30. That attempt was foiled when I reached the bus terminal in town right as the #3 was pulling out and the next #3 ready to fill up was the giant bus. Seeing as how I was the first one to get on this bus, I was going to have to wait another 30 minutes at least before it filled up with people and we headed off to Richmond Hill. When I reached NaDMA I was still on a high from camp last week and hanging out with the boys earlier that morning, so I had some pep in my step. My coworkers translated that as "Oh you got a gyal when you was home fo de weddin!" I pretended that was the reason I was happy so that they wouldn't bother me about finding a Grenadian wife/girlfriend/slampiece for at least a week.

Sometimes it's okay to tell a small lie, especially if it helps you integrate. That's what I tell myself at least...