Got through another week....am still not feeling 100% by any means but it's not been a bad day. The snow is absolutely beautiful and now that I'm home and don't really need to go anywhere, I'm enjoying it. We have somewhere between 4" - 6" (sorry, I'm a holdout to the metric system) so everything looks so clean and glistening.

The drive to work was a little eventful though...I hit a patch of black ice and did a real 360. I know better, I'm a good driver but it just sort of happened and before I knew it, the car was suddenly taking on a life of it's own. I'm incredibly lucky that it happened where there were no other cars or anything I could hit. It was a little wake up call and no harm, no foul. But I got a little reminder not to get cocky, that's for sure.

Been surfing around tonight mostly, catching up on blogs I haven't had a chance to read for the last week or so. Lots of great opinions floating around...I think I'll try to figure out that blogroll stuff this weekend.

Third Watch has always been one of my most favourite TV shows and tonight's episode was fantastic. It doesn't hurt that Sully reminds me totally of what I imagine my brother to be like on the job. Turns out Sully became a cop in 1979, according to tonight's show and my brother finished the academy in 1980. I guess the parallel in age is what got me hooked. My brother's sort of a jaded, streetworn beat cop with a lot of war stories but it takes him just the right mood to tell us one. He's seen a lot in his 25 years on the force. He started his rookie week by having an old homeless wino die in his arms and was also involved in a police shooting by his second year. He was right beside Di when she fainted in 1986 in Vancouver, and he was chosen to escort the Pope when he visited as well. We have this large 8"x10" of him shaking Pope JP2's hand. My Mom is so proud of that picture. My grandfather was Catholic, and my Mom still has many ties to that faith. So many stories over the years, so much he's seen but he has never lost his sense of humour, as dark as it may be. One of his favourite lines has to be 'Don't make fun of the lowlifes. They paid for my house!'

He had a strange story recently. A lady came into the front desk and said she had a wallet to return. My brother asked her where she found it, and she named a town that was about 10 hours away from here. Puzzled, my brother asked how long she'd had the wallet. '1976', she replied. She said she was a procrastinator and always meant to turn it in but never got around to it. The wallet was completely untouched in 28 years. It was obvious it had been put away and just left. There were pictures, a birth certificate, credit cards and even a substantial amount of money still in it. My brother's first thought was that she had maybe at least spent the money and eventually replaced the money before bringing it in, but no, the bills were all pre-1976. Now, THAT is putting something off a little too long! Unfortunately, the story doesn't have much of an ending. He tried to find the owner's current whereabouts but came up with nothing.

In other news, my oldest brother is getting a new puppy. He and his wife have purchased a beautiful little purebred Boxer pup that will be coming their way as soon as she's old enough. Right now, she's just 3 weeks old so it'll be a while yet. I got some very sweet pictures of 'Patch' today. I will try and upload them later.

I talked to Todd again today. Sometimes, I'm my own worst enemy though. I spend way too much time analysing and worrying about it all. I just can't see what he sees in me, and I start to question everything. I don't hear from him for a bit or like this week, my email bounced back (he'd switched providers). Reading blogs tonight, I am starting to realize that I'm just being self-destructive. I hear from him usually every 2-3 days, but this week it's been every day. Lately it's been hard to actually connect because he's been working nights, so the phonecalls come at odd hours and I've missed a few. So one thing leads to another, and I start being such a girl, freaking at just about everything. From what I gather, most 'sig others' of the deployed military aren't hearing from their guys any more frequently than I am, and many more even less so. If he wanted things to end, he would have just stopped getting in contact. So why am I so insecure about it all? Why do I do this to myself? It's fine to say I've had good reason and experience has not been kind to me in the relationship sector, but how do I just let that go and relax a little?