What do you do with a drunken sailor?

Hello again world or the eight people that might be reading this, hello,

I have no idea why I used the title that I did, it just came out. So Christmas is coming up and everyone is leave. Its going to be a sad day, but a happy one as well. It's going to be quiet, which I found out I like more and more each day. But going home and showing everyone the change that has happened is much to celebrate in itself.

Going home is going to be weird for me though. People always say that home is where the heart is, right now my heart is at camp and with the people that are there. So for me to leave is like going to not home for Christmas. I've lived in Kelowna for the past few years and have mad a lot of really, really good friends. Outside of camp I'd say that Kelowna is now my home. Victoria is where my parents live and where I grew up, but Kelowna is my home. I don't really know what I'll be doing, but going home is definitely on my list of things to do. Oh and snowboarding as well. Seeing my friends again and being back at my home church is going to be awesome. Some foreigners say that we use the word awesome a little too much and eat a lot of cheese. They may be right, but who cares? We're Canadian and we're awesome

So snowboarding, I went this past Saturday...ish. I got almost one run in and then BANG! Snowboard to the face! I had to leave the mountain and go to Courtney and get some stitches. 5 in all. I've never had stitches. It's going to be a cool scar. My eye was all bloody, p.s it was by my eye and I got a black eye now, and we didn't think that driving myself to the walk-in clinic was the best idea so Amanda took me. Shes a sweety. Thank-you Amanda if you read this. We'll have to go up some time when there's powder and actually get a full run in.

So yeah, once again I come to the end and don't really know what to say to end this blog. I might just

Your Grandpa,
Bob Drinkwater