I'm Going Down My Road and I Can Make It Alone

A monument to the first Acadian settlers in Carleton, Que. If you're not familiar with the Acadians (shame on you!) they were people from France looking for a place to call home. They didn't really fit back in the 'old country' and so they travelled to the 'new world' in seek of something better. I am related to 2 out of 3 big families to settle Acadia (which would be Nova Scotia, New Brunswick, PEI, part of Maine and parts of Que). Sadly, France and England were fighting over the land, and finally France sold Acadia to the English and abandoned it's people. The English, wanting the land for themselves, made the Acadians sign a pledge of Alligance to England in order to stay. What they really signed was a Deportation Order. Without getting into the nitty gritty details, the people of Acadia were rounded up like cattle and shipped across the world (back to France, parts of the US...that's why Louisiana is French). What a lot of people don't realize is that the Acadians were considered to be nothing, and were treated as slaves and worked in the fields along side African Americans. This is part of who I am, and where my family comes from. Although, I am mostly German, I have a huge appriciation for my French roots. I can't imagine being ripped apart from my family, shipped far far away from them (many families were split up and never reunited) and forced to press on. A huge group of them walked all the way back to Acadia from Louisiana only to find their homes and farms had been burned down and built over. Everything was gone. Everything.

Yesterday, I was exhausted. I got home, made some supper and racked out around 2:30. I didn't wake back up until 6:30 and even then I could have closed my eyes and spent another few hours sleeping. But I forced myself to get out of bed since I knew there'd be no getting back to sleep at 11 if I only woke up again at 8.

Keith and I were suppose to spend some time together, but he got this huge project dumped on him before lunch and he had the rest of the afternoon to finish it. And it needs to be done at 4pm today. Crazy. That was alright with me.

Terri finally had time to play WoW with me. I have to order the full copy today (got my cheque). She got me out of the Elven lands and into Stormwind. Now I can fish, skin and leatherwork my skills up so much faster. Plus, there are more people in the Stormwind area. It's a big laggy in the city for me, but I plan to pick up another stick of 512 soon.

Steve is in at 10 this morning, which will help me out some. I've got some of the boss' stuff to take care of. Logs to do. Commercials. Stuff like that.

You know it's funny, the other day I was so mad about the whole Abby thing. And I talked to Marko about it on Sunday. Last night he asked me how I was feeling, about surprisingly I'm not upset about it at all. Maybe because I already told myself 1000 times over the last 6 months that it was over. Now that it is, I can just move on and leave it be.

I still haven't heard from the doctor's office about getting an appointment for another allergy test. If I can remember to, I'll have to give the girl a call and set something up. Better to just get the darn thing over with. I'm going to see if I can't get it done on Friday afternoon so that Keith can drop me off and pick me up. Last time I had to have a shot and wasn't suppose to drive. I figure where he's testing me for things I'm already allergic to pretty severely I'll need another damn needle.

It's not even 9 am yet and I want to go home and go to bed.