Let Me Just Say... The Weekends Always Go the Fastest.

Why is that?

I know I'm not the only one who suffers from this. That recuring 'Monday-itis' that comes once every 7 days. And so begins the countdown to the weekend. And before you know it, it's over before it's started and suddenly, the calander's reading 'Monday' again.

I had planned on having a quiet weekend. I was told on Thursday that my temp job I'm working for here in Canada was coming to an end a week earlier than expected, so I wouldn't be needed this week. Then, about 2 hours before I finished on Friday I was given a wave of new work. I looked at it and thought 'There's NO WAY this'll be done before I finish'. So I was told to come back on Monday to it.

Thus, my week-long weekend returned to being a regular weekend, just like everyone else is used to.

And here's how it went down -

I am currently living with my cousins while I try and find a permanent career and place to live after having just moved here from Australia and as such, I spend a lot of time with them and seeing my cousin's sporting events.

So, Saturday was filled with a beautiful home made buffet breakfast filled with banana pancackes, fruit, bacon, banana choc-chip muffins and cinnamon rolls - I felt like I'd stepped into a hotel buffet dining room. What a wonderful treat for a Saturday morning and I didn't even have to help with the cooking. The cleaning however, I did volunteer a hand or two.

It was followed by a Grade 9 female Basketball game, which my cousin's team won. It had been snowing earlier that morning, so I went home and took a walk through the forrest, where I managed to take some photos and also walked the family dog. The pictures were quite amazing, and I can't really describe how beautiful it was to see the fresh white snowflakes perched on the tree limbs.

I then returned home after an hour where I sat and warmed myself up by the fire as I read a book for a couple of hours then headed out to watch my cousin's friend play in an Ice Hockey match. It wouldn't be a Canadian weekend without a game of Ice Hockey! Her team won and after briefly celebrating that and congratulating her, we headed off to my cousin's cousin's place where his son was celebrating his 17th birthday.

Of course, as soon as I stepped out of the car at about 8pm, I was hit with an immense dizziness wave, which refused to subside. After staying for a couple of hours, we headed off as I was unable to stand upright without losing my balance. I have had vertigo before, but this was one of the worst cases of it. I was smashing into walls and unable to walk in a straight line. If this is what it's like to be drunk, I'm thankful I don't drink!

So, upon being helped downstairs when we got home, I promptly went to sleep where I woke up on Sunday morning with a headache, though the diziness subsided. If only for a little while. It seemed to return, so I took a tablet for nausea and proceeded to sleep on the couch for the next few hours.

After having a late lunch, I sat down and watched the NFL football as my favourite team - the New England Patriots - were playing. Sadly, they lost. C'est la vie.

By the time that was over, my vertigo wasn't, but dinner was and this was followed by a roasting session of Ricky Gervais at the Golden Globes. Who, despite what's been said, I actually found him to be amusingly honest. I mean, if Hollywood can't laugh at themselves, there are others who'll gladly do it for them.

That wrapped up at about 11pm.

And so to bed.

And therein lies my weekend, having slipped through my fingers in a meager 48 hours. I honestly don't know where the time went. Not that I'm complaining. It's nice to have things to do with my time off and spend them with loved ones and friends and doing activities that I enjoy. But why can't the week go faster than the weekend?

Still, I'm thankful for the days that I have.

'The days are long, but the years are short'.