Hold onto Your Fork

Uncle Bob, Janet, Nan and Mom are gone to Costco... and since I see no real thrill in going there I'm staying home with Pop and Higgins (the dog!).
We just came back from Toronto where we went on the Go! Train. The Go train is just a regular train with 2 stories that people use to commute through certian cities. We went through Missisagua, Oakville... and then onto Toronto. This morning the weather was the worst its been while we've been here. It was raining like crazy... then after it stoped it got really humid, so the smog is out in full force. In Toronto we could hardly see the op of the CN tower. I felt like I was choking everytime I breathed in... yucky...

So now I can actually say... not tomorrow, but the next day I'm comming home! YAHOO! All day Sunday will be flying/waiting around in Halifax airport. I actually don't mind the travelling part... planes are fun. Except when my ears pop boooo. I guess I like it so much because I know I'm going somewhere to have a fun time... or comming back to see people and just be home. Its been fun here... its nice to spend time with family, espically when times like these are the only way to see them. But I love home, and I can't wait to be back there again.

So explanation of the title should be in order eh? haha. In the book "If you want to walk on water you've got to get out of the boat" the author told of a girl who was about to die, and was planning her funeral. She told the pastor she wanted to be holding a fork in her hand in her casket. The reason she wanted to do this was because whenever she was at dinners and stuff, when dessert was comming the waiter would tell her to "hold onto her fork" and save it for the awesome dessert that was about to be had. And she thought of it as "Hold on because better things are comming". And thats why she had the fork in her hand after she died Because "Better things were comming" in heaven. hehe. I thought that was a cute story, and worthy of sharing!

Later Days :0
-melissa