so me and the cats have been hanging out. for the most part we've been having a good time. we have naps, we play games, and only at night does archie get a little whiny. every time he complains i make him chase the laser light.
elicia is on the island. we've joined an online dating site for a month, just for fun. we have old fashioned names and last night we had a live chat with each other and compared notes. she found this cute guy from denmark and i showed her the egyptian who sent me 7 flirts in a row and swears i'm the one. he's four foot something, bald and has the tallest 'stash i've ever seen on a man's lip. but not everyone's crazy. but everyone is far away, which is a fact we both knew already.
i had to go to work early today because i'm training a guy on a job site. so the fact of the matter is, i got dressed in a haze. i remember standing in front of the closet but i don't remember much else. well i had to get gas before going anywhere and it was at the gas station that i suddenly realized that i was feeling pretty free and easy. i did a little manual check and yes, there was an absence of the under garment support system. well i had no time to go home, but luckily i was wearing a sweatshirt so it was less noticeable. the guy i was training is known as a little bit of a letch too, but i'm not the one he loves, thankfully. and i had time after training him to go home and don the appropriate garment. i phoned lisa to tell her, just in case i would be late. "you forgot your BRA? how can you forget your BRA??? are you wearing any underwear?" well if i was a twin i wouldn't have to worry because they never take them off. but i'm not a twin and i was that tired i guess. it's never happened to me before. i got back to work just in time. when i walked in, i knew the other girls knew. "uh did you forget something today?" asked tanya. and i answered with a little shimmy for them.
i've been listening to my dido cd lately. this morning during a song about getting over grief, i imagined that i had lost someone from our family and i felt so sad and a lump rose in my throat and then i told myself, 'self, you're weird. you haven't even lost anyone!'
i did two things today that were very overdue: a grocery shop and a threading of the brows. is it just me, or is my life sooooo boring sometimes?
and friday wasn't boring though. after work i went to metrotown to do some shopping with katiekim her sister-in-law. katie tried on three beautiful outfits at rw&co. i mean every one of them was pretty and feminine and so NICE looking! i felt deep down jealous jeans. all my church outfits are old and stanky and faded. these were so pretty and fresh and looked so good on katie. she tried on this teal combo which is a really good colour for her and the skirt was really pretty, but the top did that buckling thing. her second outfit was stunning. a cute tailored white top and a fitted flirty grey skirt. oh my that was a nice combo. fresh and simple and beautiful on kaite. her last outfit i loved too. it was a smooth soft charcoal skirt with mauve detailing. i drooled over the combo of charcoal and mauve. her top was really pretty and feminine with pretty details and a fitted droopy back. i loved it, but the colour washed her out. kim and i both agreed that if she couldn't get everything she should get the second outfit and so she did. she also got brent some jeans for only 10 dollars. men suck and their sales are UNfair.
then we went to old navy to look for tank tops/camisoles and i tried on some shirts that fit like tents.
dad phoned and said he and martha missed the tswassen ferry so they were going to horseshoe bay. "i may as well stay here until i go then" i thought and so after i walked katie and kim to the skytrain i sat down on mine and fatima's couch and i called her. there was no answer and i was so tired i fell asleep. i woke up forty minutes later and stood up and walked away without looking at anyone on the other couches. that way there's no need to admit they were there. i did see a blur of legs though. bought some nuggets at the golden arches and headed out. as i walked to mine and fatima's parking lot i saw a cute little car the colour of fatti's car. sure enough there was a crystal hanging from the rear-view mirror and a club on the stearing wheel. i called her again and got no answer. apparently she was trying on a top at that exact moment. some kind of hussy top, far as i can tell.
on the way to the ferry i listened to news radio. that's how i heard about the bus accident that closed the stanley park causeway so it was just as well that i stayed at the mall and took the second narrows. the ferry was about half an hour late. i combed my car for garbage and found a full pouch of dried fruit and peanuts stuffed under the passenger seat! (very sneaky amy. i was so hungry at church yesterday that i ate some of it, so it came in handy after all. still. you had no right.) when dad's unmistakable rounded head and blue top finally came into sight, it did not advance towards me like i expected. it disappeared. martha explained it when she came to my car a while later. "dad can't find his bag." uh-oh. a dad excapade on my hands. martha thought he put it in the arrivals luggage in nanaimo, where they are doing some changes to things, so it IS confusing apparently, instead of putting in departures. sure enough the harried woman in the upstairs office confirmed that it was indeed sitting in arrivals. dad had put the plane tickets in the bag. so nice ferry people put the bag in a taxi and sent it to duke point where it caught the last ferry.
we decided to take the second narrows back too, since the causeway was still closed and the detour could take some time. "since we're going this way, want to stop at casa gelatos?" i asked. "sure." said dad affably. martha said she was up for it too. so i introduced yet another family group to casa gelato blossoming with 218 flavours. i made sure to explain the procedure and the traditions about trying lots of different kinds, even the weird ones etc, but it wasn't long after we were in that dad had a cone in hand and on tongue. he got nutella, a flavour that he was very pleased with, i might add, and banana peanutbutter. "just like all the men." i told martha as we made our way from case to case. martha tried the pear gorgonzalla flavour and that time the guy gave us the hugest scoop on the tester spoon too. after that it was hard to get her to try other gross ones. "i had blue cheese!" she'd protest. i did get her to nibble on the garlic one though. in the end she got kiwi yogurt "that really wakes you up!" enthused dad when she gave him a taste, and chocolate fudge. she's into the chocolate in a big way, i've noticed. i got the always smooth and silky rich chocolate raspberry truffle and the yummy marzipan. "...and marzipan!" i told the guy "no! caramel! no marzipan!" . he didn't bat an eye or hesitate mid scoop or anything. i really like the caramel, but i wanted something new and good and that was marzipan.
katie called just as we were leaving. she had to call dad because i didn't hear my phone. the concert was over so with dad's directions (it's nice to be with someone like dad who knows vancouver and the lowermainlad roads so well) we found katie and kim and they scrambled into the back seat with martha who was craddling the items in the back seat like a baby, as instructed.
we stopped at the subway by my house for katie and kim who hadn't eaten. the tables were sticky which disgusted katie who is particular about her tables. dad told the guy and now i'll never get another free cookie. "do you have something going on with that guy?" asked dad. "no he just gave me a free cookie once." i answered.
back at the homestead, i set martha and dad up in my bed, dad with a sheet, martha with elicia's thin blanket. then i set out the air matress and thin white blanket for katie and kim. we sat a while and talked and dad was telling elicia and us about debbie stephan as told from autumn's book and then it was time to go with dad to get his suitcase.
we had some interesting talks on the way out to tswassen. dad was taking walks down memory lane and i was trying to remember all the details he was telling me. right now i remember 1955 but i dont' remember the story. oh wait i do. it was the summer that dad and his family visited his dad's family in alberta. they stayed with dad's uncle harry i believe. he was the oldest brother. dad was restless so uncle harry gave him the job of digging the manure out of the barn (this whole story came up because of the rank fields of ladner that we were passing) dad said the manure was super deep in the barn and he said that his dad was bit scornful of that. but dad got to drive this machine that laid the manure on the fields. grampa was also scornful of how uncle harry treated his animals (dad said the grampa was always pretty nice to his animals except this one time that he got enraged at this horse and chased it with a stump or something, a sight dad will never forget. dad said that his dad had such a temper that his two older brothers couldnt' control him. one time to stop him from coming after them with the shotgun, they had to tie him to a chiar until their parents got home.) but anyways uncle harry also had a prize bull and he kept hitting it with his truck to move it or something. as you can see i'm rusty with some of the details. anyways it was a nice drive and i enjoyed it, even though it was quarter to one.
back at home, katie was already laying on the airmatttess and already had that look like she was almost beyond comprehension but trying to stay awake.
elicia is on the island. we've joined an online dating site for a month, just for fun. we have old fashioned names and last night we had a live chat with each other and compared notes. she found this cute guy from denmark and i showed her the egyptian who sent me 7 flirts in a row and swears i'm the one. he's four foot something, bald and has the tallest 'stash i've ever seen on a man's lip. but not everyone's crazy. but everyone is far away, which is a fact we both knew already.
i had to go to work early today because i'm training a guy on a job site. so the fact of the matter is, i got dressed in a haze. i remember standing in front of the closet but i don't remember much else. well i had to get gas before going anywhere and it was at the gas station that i suddenly realized that i was feeling pretty free and easy. i did a little manual check and yes, there was an absence of the under garment support system. well i had no time to go home, but luckily i was wearing a sweatshirt so it was less noticeable. the guy i was training is known as a little bit of a letch too, but i'm not the one he loves, thankfully. and i had time after training him to go home and don the appropriate garment. i phoned lisa to tell her, just in case i would be late. "you forgot your BRA? how can you forget your BRA??? are you wearing any underwear?" well if i was a twin i wouldn't have to worry because they never take them off. but i'm not a twin and i was that tired i guess. it's never happened to me before. i got back to work just in time. when i walked in, i knew the other girls knew. "uh did you forget something today?" asked tanya. and i answered with a little shimmy for them.
i've been listening to my dido cd lately. this morning during a song about getting over grief, i imagined that i had lost someone from our family and i felt so sad and a lump rose in my throat and then i told myself, 'self, you're weird. you haven't even lost anyone!'
i did two things today that were very overdue: a grocery shop and a threading of the brows. is it just me, or is my life sooooo boring sometimes?
and friday wasn't boring though. after work i went to metrotown to do some shopping with katiekim her sister-in-law. katie tried on three beautiful outfits at rw&co. i mean every one of them was pretty and feminine and so NICE looking! i felt deep down jealous jeans. all my church outfits are old and stanky and faded. these were so pretty and fresh and looked so good on katie. she tried on this teal combo which is a really good colour for her and the skirt was really pretty, but the top did that buckling thing. her second outfit was stunning. a cute tailored white top and a fitted flirty grey skirt. oh my that was a nice combo. fresh and simple and beautiful on kaite. her last outfit i loved too. it was a smooth soft charcoal skirt with mauve detailing. i drooled over the combo of charcoal and mauve. her top was really pretty and feminine with pretty details and a fitted droopy back. i loved it, but the colour washed her out. kim and i both agreed that if she couldn't get everything she should get the second outfit and so she did. she also got brent some jeans for only 10 dollars. men suck and their sales are UNfair.
then we went to old navy to look for tank tops/camisoles and i tried on some shirts that fit like tents.
dad phoned and said he and martha missed the tswassen ferry so they were going to horseshoe bay. "i may as well stay here until i go then" i thought and so after i walked katie and kim to the skytrain i sat down on mine and fatima's couch and i called her. there was no answer and i was so tired i fell asleep. i woke up forty minutes later and stood up and walked away without looking at anyone on the other couches. that way there's no need to admit they were there. i did see a blur of legs though. bought some nuggets at the golden arches and headed out. as i walked to mine and fatima's parking lot i saw a cute little car the colour of fatti's car. sure enough there was a crystal hanging from the rear-view mirror and a club on the stearing wheel. i called her again and got no answer. apparently she was trying on a top at that exact moment. some kind of hussy top, far as i can tell.
on the way to the ferry i listened to news radio. that's how i heard about the bus accident that closed the stanley park causeway so it was just as well that i stayed at the mall and took the second narrows. the ferry was about half an hour late. i combed my car for garbage and found a full pouch of dried fruit and peanuts stuffed under the passenger seat! (very sneaky amy. i was so hungry at church yesterday that i ate some of it, so it came in handy after all. still. you had no right.) when dad's unmistakable rounded head and blue top finally came into sight, it did not advance towards me like i expected. it disappeared. martha explained it when she came to my car a while later. "dad can't find his bag." uh-oh. a dad excapade on my hands. martha thought he put it in the arrivals luggage in nanaimo, where they are doing some changes to things, so it IS confusing apparently, instead of putting in departures. sure enough the harried woman in the upstairs office confirmed that it was indeed sitting in arrivals. dad had put the plane tickets in the bag. so nice ferry people put the bag in a taxi and sent it to duke point where it caught the last ferry.
we decided to take the second narrows back too, since the causeway was still closed and the detour could take some time. "since we're going this way, want to stop at casa gelatos?" i asked. "sure." said dad affably. martha said she was up for it too. so i introduced yet another family group to casa gelato blossoming with 218 flavours. i made sure to explain the procedure and the traditions about trying lots of different kinds, even the weird ones etc, but it wasn't long after we were in that dad had a cone in hand and on tongue. he got nutella, a flavour that he was very pleased with, i might add, and banana peanutbutter. "just like all the men." i told martha as we made our way from case to case. martha tried the pear gorgonzalla flavour and that time the guy gave us the hugest scoop on the tester spoon too. after that it was hard to get her to try other gross ones. "i had blue cheese!" she'd protest. i did get her to nibble on the garlic one though. in the end she got kiwi yogurt "that really wakes you up!" enthused dad when she gave him a taste, and chocolate fudge. she's into the chocolate in a big way, i've noticed. i got the always smooth and silky rich chocolate raspberry truffle and the yummy marzipan. "...and marzipan!" i told the guy "no! caramel! no marzipan!" . he didn't bat an eye or hesitate mid scoop or anything. i really like the caramel, but i wanted something new and good and that was marzipan.
katie called just as we were leaving. she had to call dad because i didn't hear my phone. the concert was over so with dad's directions (it's nice to be with someone like dad who knows vancouver and the lowermainlad roads so well) we found katie and kim and they scrambled into the back seat with martha who was craddling the items in the back seat like a baby, as instructed.
we stopped at the subway by my house for katie and kim who hadn't eaten. the tables were sticky which disgusted katie who is particular about her tables. dad told the guy and now i'll never get another free cookie. "do you have something going on with that guy?" asked dad. "no he just gave me a free cookie once." i answered.
back at the homestead, i set martha and dad up in my bed, dad with a sheet, martha with elicia's thin blanket. then i set out the air matress and thin white blanket for katie and kim. we sat a while and talked and dad was telling elicia and us about debbie stephan as told from autumn's book and then it was time to go with dad to get his suitcase.
we had some interesting talks on the way out to tswassen. dad was taking walks down memory lane and i was trying to remember all the details he was telling me. right now i remember 1955 but i dont' remember the story. oh wait i do. it was the summer that dad and his family visited his dad's family in alberta. they stayed with dad's uncle harry i believe. he was the oldest brother. dad was restless so uncle harry gave him the job of digging the manure out of the barn (this whole story came up because of the rank fields of ladner that we were passing) dad said the manure was super deep in the barn and he said that his dad was bit scornful of that. but dad got to drive this machine that laid the manure on the fields. grampa was also scornful of how uncle harry treated his animals (dad said the grampa was always pretty nice to his animals except this one time that he got enraged at this horse and chased it with a stump or something, a sight dad will never forget. dad said that his dad had such a temper that his two older brothers couldnt' control him. one time to stop him from coming after them with the shotgun, they had to tie him to a chiar until their parents got home.) but anyways uncle harry also had a prize bull and he kept hitting it with his truck to move it or something. as you can see i'm rusty with some of the details. anyways it was a nice drive and i enjoyed it, even though it was quarter to one.
back at home, katie was already laying on the airmatttess and already had that look like she was almost beyond comprehension but trying to stay awake.
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