Friday, April 28, 2006

Some girls have all the luck!

Did anyone else watch CSI last night? The origional one not the other two(I just can't get into those ones). If not here's a recap.

It was at a wedding and the evil mother of the groom gets murdered by the bridesmaids and the brother of the bride. The body is found because they tie it up behind the car that the new couple are leaving in.

Throughout the whole show all I could think was 'some girls get all the luck' and 'why couldn't my friends do that for me?'


Okay, so I'm better about the house now and am actually kinda getting excited about it. Apparently there is a pond in the yard that I didn't notice. It has 4 bedrooms, two bathrooms, 1.5 stories, no basement, on 1.27 acres. In the upstairs is where the huge master bedroom is with an ensuite, there is also a loft like room up there which is where I will put the computer and all my books. You can look down over into the living room. It has wood heat, which I'm not crazy about but at least it will be warm. In the yard there is a treehouse and swingset built in and Adam can't wait to build himself a garage. I told him he has to make it two stories so we can build a bar and area for a pool table and foosball table. We got them down 20,000 in price so I feel pretty good about that. The reason for that is because nobody knows where the septic field is so it may be a problem. But hopefully not.

Marie, my sister, just bought a second condo to rent out and then eventually sell. Rich little bitch. Somehow I think I went the wrong way career wise... 198,000 for a one bedroom 600sq ft apartment. OUCH! That's even more than we spent on our new house. For us to live in.

My sisters fiancee, Zak, electrocuted himself last weekend and he has second degree burns on his hands. So I can't wait to get to Calgary in like two weeks to absolutely bug the shit out of him. He would do the same for me. We're a loving family like that.

Anyway that's all I got for now, I gotta go grocery shopping. Dammit.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006


Adam and I put in an offer on a house today and was basically accepted so now I will be moving to Creston in about a month.

Don't ask me about the house, cause I don't really want to talk about it yet. It's not everything I had wanted because we can't afford my tates. But it's close. I will tell you more about it, maybe, when I get over the crushing realization that we aren't rich enough to afford what we (okay I) wanted.

At least it's not the trailer (although Adam put an offer in on it and they weren't willing to come down at all so yay!). So I feel better about that. But I'm not totally ok yet.

Monday, April 24, 2006

Chivalry is Dead

This Saturday I took an inpromtu trip to penticton for my grandparents 55th wedding anniversary dinner. Before leaving, we discovered that the water pump had went in the truck. Which meant that I probably shouldn't be going. But I cried and cried until Adam felt sorry enough for me that he just told me to go. So I went.

But in taking the truck it meant that I had to stop every hour or so to let it cool down and add more antifreeze. So I stopped and sat there for a half an hour every time. One time I stopped at a gas station and sat with the hood popped. Nobody stopped to ask if I needed any help. Seriously, do I look like the kind of girl who knows how to fix a vehicle? I do know how, but really? Not the point. I was standing there in a sundress and wedge shoes and my hair all curled and looking cute and not one person asked if I needed any help. I could hear the men speculating to one another as to what might be wrong, but not one person came to my aid.

What the hell is wrong with men these days? Maybe I needed to throw in a few tears to warrant some help. Bastards.

Friday, April 21, 2006

I'll Miss You

My mom just phoned earlier this evening to tell me that they finally found out what is wrong with their dog Lassie (jenny's mom). She has advanced stage leukemia and they will have to put her down tomorrow morning. We discussed it at length and decided it's not fair to her live in such pain. She doen't understand the pain she's in and it makes her scared.

I'm sorry I won't be able to go home to say goodbye to her, but that's selfish of me to expect them to allow her to suffer so I can say goodbye to another one of my dogs. My dog Levi died earlier this year of kidney failure ( he was 12 years old and our first pet ever) and I never got to say goodbye to him either. This is one of the reasons it's so hard to live so far away, when things go wrong it's too hard for me to get home in time to be there for my mom.
Goodbye Lassie. I will miss you very much. I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you. (Lassie is on the right, her daughter Jenny is in the pink collar)

Thursday, April 20, 2006

TAG I'm it!

Okay, so over Rebecca's blog she has done the whole meme thing where you list 6 wierd things about yourself, and tag others. So now I'm it. Here goes.

1. I have a Disney dvd collection. I tell people it's for when I have kids, so they can watch all the classics. It's not. They're for me. I watch them all the time. There are 39 of them.

2. I collect fairies. Some are painted and ready to display, some are the garden ones from Wal-Mart and I paint them myself. There are 46 of them.

3. I can't wash the dishes without gloves. If food touches me that's floating in the water I get grossed out and have to stop for a minute. I also can't put my hand inside a turkey. I make Adam pull the giblets out and put the stuffing in.

4. I have a liquor cabinet that is full of unopened booze. Nobody is allowed to touch it. It's for company. I also don't really drink, so I don't really have a real reason to have it.

5. I am a fully liscenced esthetician (make-up, waxing, nails, facials, artificial nails, pedicures, reflexology, aromatherapy, body treatments and lash and brow tinitng). I rarely wear make-up, my nails are ratty and I need a facial and pedicure more than anything. I can do it, I'm just a little lazy.

6. I can drink an entire 2 litre of Coke to myself in a night. And I do. I also take a 1 litre of diet coke with me to work every night. And drink it all. The girls at the gas station know what I come in the store for and they laugh at me. I switched to diet or coke zero so I save about 1 bazillion calories a day that way. I won't drink pepsi either. If a restaurant serves pepsi and not coke I will order an iced tea instead.

So there you have it. That was the best thing I could do. I couldn't really think of anything wierd so feel free to add to the list in comments if you can think of anything wierd about me.

Also? Tag! You're it! Let me know if you do it so I can check it out. Unless you've just recently done it. Then you are excused.

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Opposites Attract

Adam and I are completely opposite in almost every single way. I don't really drink much, he drinks frequently. I'm a night person, he is a morning person. I read alot, he doesn't read anything. And this is particularly what this is about. I have been trying to convince him to read one of my books for so long, but he just won't. He doesn't understand it. I will sit on the couch and read a book while he watches tv and he thinks I must be bored reading.

About two weeks ago, one of his friends from work recommended the book DaVinci Code by Dan Brown. I have the illustrated version. I tried to tell him he would love it very much but he didn't believe me. Until someone else said it. Any way this morning Adam sits on the bed and looks at me and says "I like this whole reading thing."

I started laughing uncontrollably.

Wanna know why? His version of reading is having downloaded the audio version off the internet onto my mp3 player. He's not reading, he's listening.

Oh well, I guess he's still taking in the same information I did (without the pictures) only with the reader speaking in voices for each character (which may be more fun; or it could be weird).

Monday, April 17, 2006

My Weekend

Y'all wanna know what I did this Saturday night? I don't know if I want to tell you. You guys are gonna be soo jealous. It was just that cool...

If you think you can handle it keep reading and I'll show you...

You sure? All right then I don't want anyone to hate me cause I have such a cool life. But if you're sure I guess I can show you.

Yeah, that's right. A puzzle. Aren't you jealous? 500 pieces of glow in the dark fun. And it only took me nine hours. Don't you wish you were me now?

To add to the truly dorkiness of the whole situation I did this while watching many many disney movies. That's right. My night also included cartoons. I told you you'd be jealous.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

If I Were a Beer...

You Are Heineken
You appreciate a good beer, but you're not a snob about it.You like your beer mild and easy to drink, so you can concentrate on being drunk.Overall, you're a friendly drunk who's likely to buy a whole round for your friends... many times.Sometimes you can be a bit boring when you drink. You may be prone to go on about topics no one cares about.

Couple things wrong here, I don't usually buy my friends rounds. I'm cheap. I do however discuss things nobody cares about(but I do that when sober anyway so people expect it of me). But I'm not a boring drunk, when I get good and drunk anyway. I do dumb things like in this picture...

The autographs on my chest are from three members of Treble Charger. It was also Adams idea. I went along, so I am not blameless.

I was going to post a different picture with me and two guys grabbing my boobs for the picture, but I couldn't find it. I think Adam threw it out. He didn't so much appreciate it. I wonder why? (we weren't even engaged when it happened)(Sarah, do you still have your copy of it?)

Also I have lost at least 15 pounds since this picture was taken three years ago.

My mom took this picture the next day because she thought it was so funny. If I look like I was still drunk, it's cause I think I was.

What kind of beer are you? Take the quiz, it's only 5 questions then tell me in the comments section. I'm nosy.

Friday, April 14, 2006

Who's Bad?

Me. That would be me. I just bought another bathing suit, so I am at 23 now. It's all Ashallee's fault. She took me to wal-mart and I bought a white one. Sooo pretty. I'm bad.

Nothing New

Since nothing new and exciting has happened to me in the last couple of days, I decided to tell the story of how my sister almost drowned. It's kinda funny if you don't think about the drowning part.

Picture a family of six plus my cousin Michael, all up northish at the lake in the beginning of june. In Saskatchewan, so not warm yet. We are all sitting around the fire (which is banned right now due to fire risk, but meh), my three siblings get bored. They decide to go for a rip in the boat. I decide to stay because they make fun of me alot and because it was very windy. And also very cold.

About two hours passes, and they haven't returned yet. My dad gets worried (because he's a worrier) so I go with him to the beach to see if we can spot the boat (which is silly because I am blind). Nothing. We decide to go to the other end of the lake which was the provincial park end, to see if we can spot them or if they are there.

Before I go any further in the telling of what happened for those of us on dry land, I will tell you what happened in the boat. As told to me by the three idiots.

Apparently they were having a blast until they ran out of gas. My sister, who is the oldest, decides she will just swim to shore and send help. Which might have worked if it weren't so windy. There were huge swells that kept going over her head. And to make matters worse, the life jacket was about three sizes too big(they had to fit my brothers who are much bigger than us girls). So instead of swimming to shore, she wound up being pushed further out.
Mitchell says to Sean "You're a good swimmer, you should jump out to go get her. Just take the lifejacket off, you'll get to her faster."
Sean replies with "yeah, ok." and starts to get ready to jump in.(my brothers are always convincing each other to do stupid things. always)

Now, Marie can see what they are planning and she knows that it is not a good idea. Which, DUH! The boys sit back down but she can still hear them convincing each other to jump in and just save her.

By this point Marie has decided to just float and not fight it because really she is so tired she can't anymore. And she is going into hypothermic shock because, as I said not warm.

Back on my side of things, my dad and I have gone up to the other end and can see the boat. What we can also see is that there are only two heads inside. We freak out, and get help from nearby people. They have a seadoo, but can't find the key to unlock it, so they break it because we are that frantic. Buddy goes out on seadoo and pulls back the boat. We get it out of them that Marie is still out there. We had held out all hope that she was just laying down inside the boat because it was cold. My dad (who can't swim at all) starts out to go save her. Like, just walking straight into the water. I don't know what he was gonna do when the water got over his head, keep walking maybe? I try to follow him, because I can at least swim. He won't let me, he's afraid I will wind up like Marie.

Seadoo guy gets wind of the fact that there is a girl out there (he had went back into his campsite) and comes back running at full speed. Hops on and rips back to go save her. He does, and she is ready to just give up.

We take her back to our place and put her in front of the fire to warm her up from the unnatural shade of blue that she is. The forestry park official comes to our property to see if she's ok, looks at our fire and is all "I see no fires here, just get her warm." And then leaves.

After this we got lifejackets that fit us properly.

Reading it back is not as funny as I remember the telling of it being. Oh well, it still is KINDA funny. You know cause everyone was ok, we can laugh about it.
In the future, when I have nothing interesting to write about I will tell stories of the dumb things my brothers do. Like this one time, with a six foot ramp and the kleenex...

Thursday, April 13, 2006

So I Married a Two Year Old

My husband occassionally has hissy fits when he thinks I'm being unreasonable. Which is, apparrently, all the time. I 'm kinda spoiled and like to get my way. All the time (I can admit it). And now, when picking out a house, is not the time for me to start being reasonable. Adam has some horrible ideas about what constitutes a good house. This is what he went to look at yesterday after work (which is another story, cause seriously looking at houses without me? Not cool) the house, is:
- 850 sq feet (too small)
- on 2.44 acres (good, I like land)
- the driveway goes through someone else's yard (no.period)
- 2 bedrooms (not enough, having more than one kid. eventually)
- 2 baths (fine)
- basement laundry room(not a deal breaker, but not really convenient)
- to get to said basement, you have to go outside, down stairs and back inside (ABSOFUCKINLUTELY NOT! laundry will never get done)
- small dining room, like our table won't fit he says ( I refuse to part with my dining room table. He will be gone before the table goes.)
-fireplace (fine)
- electric heat (no. house will never be warm. ever. husband is cheap)
And quite a few other things, but in the interest of a shorter post I will skip the rest.

So I thought I was being quite reasonable to say that I would at least go look at it. He could tell I was not gonna actually go for it. So he started to call me a spoiled brat and that he couldn't afford to give me all the nice things I was accustomed to. I told him that fitting all our stuff in our new house was not being spoiled, but practical. I said something about never doing laundry if I had to go outside to get to the room. Especially never in the winter. Commence hissy fit. He crumpled the papers and threw them at me, stormed out of my work and deleted everything I had saved about houses on the computer.

He's really mature sometimes.

Yes, you could say that I'm being hard to deal with, you could also say that many people would be glad to own their own house, so I should be grateful to be in such a position. I am. But, seriously, I don't think it is unreasonable to expect a house that will contain all my stuff. Adam's new job was a step up, not down, so we are getting more money coming in. Therefore you'd think that it would make sense to get a nicer house, not a worse one. Right?

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I'm A Big Girl Now...

It just hit me about five minutes ago. I'm a big girl now. I'm all grown up, never gonna be able to just move home and pretend I had never left.

Do you wanna know what made me come to that realization? (I'm gonna tell you anyway) It's not being married for a year and a half, having changed my last name, buying my second house or even that I live twelve hours away from my parents.

It came to me while on the phone with my mom(whom I speak to almost every day), we were discussing inconsequential things, when out of nowhere I asked her if she had tried the Lysol complete bathroom cleaner. I told her it was awesome(it really is) and that she should give it a try. It hit me then that I was all grown up and suggesting household cleaners.

When did this happen? I hate cleaning. I hate anything to do with cleaning. Why would I recommend cleaning products?

My mom thought this was absolutely hilarious. I had to let her go because I just felt so old I needed to lie down for a minute.

"Girl, what happened to you? Recommending cleaners, really? Wow, we need to have a talk I think."

I'm ok with it now, however someone needs to explain to my two year old self how this happened, cause I have no ideas.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006


I had this dream last night that I was back in high school, and this stressed me out. I always used to feel that anyone who talked to me had an ulterior motive. Like they wanted something, or they were just talking to me to see what stupid things I would say.

So anyway the dream was basically about these two girls who spent my whole dream trying to kick me out of this like treasure hunt thing so another girl could be in it instead. And this really hurt because in my dream I thought they were my friends. So I was going to beat them up. Which is funny, cause I'm not a fighter.

I woke up this morning full of all the old self doubt I felt all through high school. I've been questioning everyone's actions toward me all day, and even going so far as to doubt people's previous actions from weeks even months ago. I hate feeling like this. I just wish I was more self confident, without having to pretend that I was.

Enough of my whining...

I had another dream shortly after this that just proves I read too many magazines about celebrities. I dreamt that I was somewhere surrounded by all sorts of celebrities, like George Clooney and Brad Pitt. I dreamt that Brad was really drunk and he needed to get away from where we were because of all the paparazzi and he didn't want people to see him that drunk. So I took him to a hotel and took care of him all night. The next morning Angelina came there and was really pissed off because she thought I had slept with Brad. We explained what had happened and she was grateful for my help. She asked if there was anything she could do to repay my kindness. I told her she could introduce me to Colin Farrell, because I am in love with him. She looked at me and told me she was sorry, but Colin was secretly marrying Kate Moss, and that I should move on.

That was my other dream. I woke up pissed off at Kate Moss. I don't think I enjoy my dreams anymore. They are shattering my confidence and taking all hope away from me. I think I will just quit sleeping before midnight. Cause when I do I just have bad, mean dreams.

On another topic of dreams, I found my dream house. It is 4yrs old and in our price range. It has 1 acre of property within town and a creek in the yard. Unfortunately there is an accepted offer on it. We find out on the 13th if the deal falls through or works out. So I am hoping that it falls through, otherwise Adams fallen in love with a double wide trailer on a foundation. Seriously, I shit you not. For 4 thousand dollars cheaper than the new house. WTF. Anyway, lets all hope for the new house for me, because I really don't want to live in a trailer.

Also I got my clothes from Victoria's Secret, and I was soo happy and dreamy and loved them. Until Adam criticized every piece of clothing I got. Bastard. Ruined my shopping high.

(See how I did that? With the title being dreams and every paragraph being about dreams of some sort? Aren't I clever? No? Well, Whatever.)

(See, with the self doubt and shit?)

Sunday, April 09, 2006

I'm a Big Fat Liar

So after all that grumbling bitching and whining about being soo tired I never went to bed that night until midnight. I was engrossed in looking at houses, lost track of time and next thing I know, BAM it's midnight.

Also all my talk of self restraint when it comes to bathing suits was a big fat stinking lie. I bought another one from Bootlegger. It was only 40 bucks, so it's not that bad. But still. It was pretty and brown and green and said "the sweetness of life" in script writing on the bum. I couldn't resist. So I'm officially at the count of 22 now. Maybe I really do have a problem. Oh well, it feels so good to spend (money I don't have).

Our house is officially sold now, they came and signed papers and gave us a deposit so we don't sell it out from under their noses. Which is cool, so we are spending the half day tomorrow looking for a new one. I say half day because the people I work with are assholes. I covered a shift for someone last week and she said she'd return the favor for me but refused to answer the phone today when I tried to ask her to cover. So now I have to be back in town by four tomorrow. What a Bitch. Whatever happened to people returning favours? I guess it's just too much to ask.

And something completely out of left field here, if Grey's Anatomy is another rerun next week I swear to god I'm gonna kill someone. They can't just do that to me; tease me with preview of the next show and then show a fucking rerun. Bastards.

Friday, April 07, 2006

Is 9:30 Too Early?

I am soo tired and I want to go to bed sooo badly, but I know if I do, I will be wide awake at like 4 am.

The reason I am so tired is because I had to work today (gasp) during the day. I am not a morning person. It also didn't help that when Adam got home this morning from work, it was an hour before I had to get up. So he woke me up. Then crawls into bed and tries to get some.
"honey, ya know what I'm thinking?"
"You even think it for one more second and I will rip it off!"
So, he rolled over and I tried to get that elusive last half an hour of sleep. I succeded until the alarm went off. Adam fumbles with the alarm clock and hits snooze. Gets up, goes to the bathroom, comes back to bed and SHUTS THE ALARM OFF! Okay, so apparently I am now getting up.

Not getting my extra nine minutes of snooze time really threw off my whole day. I was really bitchy and wanted to kill every drunken idiot who came in for booze. Seriously, does a liquor store really need to be open at nine am? Isn't that a bit much? I think so, but I don't really drink much. So what do I know.

I think maybe I will just drink a neo citron before I go to bed. That should put me out nicely.

Also I still haven't received my clothes that I ordered from Victoria's Secret. I am upset. What is the point in paying extra for fast delivery if you don't receive your clothes that week? No I never ordered any more bathing suits in case anyone is wondering, mostly because I ordered the clothes BEFORE I received the catalogue. I needed more(okay so I really mean just new) clothes (rolls eyes, yeah sure you do) before I needed another bathing suit. See? Self restraint. So there. I am not obsessive compulsive. Mostly.

Anyway, now it's 10pm so I will waste a half hour looking at houses online and then I am so going to bed. (this will be my first time to bed before 2am in over a month)

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Victoria's Secret is Fucking with me

So I just received in the mail the new swimsuit edition of their magazine. I think I may have to go sell myself on the street to pay for all these pretty pretty swimsuits.

Swimsuits are my achilles heel. I see one, I want it. Usually I buy it. Currently I have 21 bathing suits. Nobody needs that many bathing suits, however I don't care. I still want more. Like, probably at least forty more from this catalogue. Especially the pink and yellow Dolce& Gabana one. That one will be my precious.... she wantsss the preciousssssss. Give me the preciousssss. (sorry Lord of the Rings commercials on right now) Anyway, I will be trying to sell my kidneys to the black market today if anyone needs me.

PS the people phoned last night and are buying our house for what we wanted! YAY! Can you see where my priorities are that I told you about the VS catalogue first? I don't think Adam will let me spend the thousands of that money on bathing suits. Something about buying another house or something silly like that.....

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

I kinda miss home*

So, lately I've been wishing that I could go home to visit my parents. I haven't seen them since January. But... it's a twelve hour drive. And I would have to go by myself because Adam has a new job and such. And I would also have to drive the truck (which is another story because Adam crashed my car into a mountain)(It's back home waiting for either my dad to fix it or for it to heal itself. Whichever miracle happens first.)(not that I can really complain, cause it's not like I'm paying to get it fixed) and it is so hard on gas and such a huge boat. I hate it.(That was alot of brackets.)

Anyway, what caused me to become so nostalgic was a picture I have of me sitting on my deck at night holding our .22(for shooting at coyotes). I remember this night quite clearly because the gun backfired on me and I thought I was deaf. I also felt gun pellet pieces hitting my face. I was showing my friend how good of a shot I was, and it literally blew up in my face. She laughed, and humiliated,I put the gun away.

Now I don't exactly live in some metropolitan area where I would get in shit for shooting a gun off my porch, however I don't think my neighbors would appreciate it. I just miss being able to do whatever the hell I want in my backyard and not have to explain to my neighbors why I did it.

Now, I could post this picture to prove my rednecky ways** but I won't. One reason is because I would have to scan it and download it and blah blah blah, but the real reason is because I've lost weight since the picture so I think I look fat in it. How am I losing weight you ask(as though I think anyone really cares)? Diet (by diet I mean I am taking diet pills for thyroid boosting and some illegal ones that contain ephedrine which make me really hyper). Also I drink stupid diet coke now which cuts out seriously thousands of calories for me in a day. But it tastes like crap.

Maybe tomorrow if I feel like it I will post the picture, because it is funny. Maybe.

*Yes I still think of Saskatchewan as home
**Yes I'm a redneck, I don't care.
I decided to post the picture even though it's not the best of me. Oh well, I look so happy with my gun. Obviously this is before the gun backfired...

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

The Waiting Game

So for those of you who have been following, the people who are interested in our house put in another offer on Sat. of 127,000. We told them that no, we will accept 130,000. Nothing less. They were supposed to phone back yesterday and tell us if they will do it. Needless to say, they never phoned. So now we wait and see if they will not buy the house over 3 grand. And I am losing my fucking mind over this, because I hate waiting. Especially if I don't know how things are gonna turn out. Is this gonna be a happy wait in the end or are they just gonna drag it out and fuck us over. By fuck us over, I mean not buy the house. Also, phone when you say you will, don't be assholes. And if you don't have an answer by then, phone to let us know how things are going, if you are still interested. Anyhow I am done venting. Thank you for your patience.
Jenny doesn't like waiting either, she gets stressed out. And when she's stressed, she obsessive compulsively cleans her white paws.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

It's been a long two days

Adam and I have had the last two days off together. You would think I would be happy. Believe me I was. Yesterday. We haven't spent this much time together in months, because we work different shifts. Until next week then he goes on shift work again. (4 on, 4 off.) So I guess I'll have to get used to seeing him all the time again.

Don't get me wrong, I love Adam, but....I'm kinda glad I have to work tomorrow. One more full day together and I might wind up killing him!The nights though have been the hardest, because I had gotten used to sleeping in the bed all alone. Now I have to share and he's the biggest bed hog ever! He steals blankets, elbows me in the head (while he's sleeping) and has even tried to take my pillow out from under my head! Which doesn't exactly leave one with the best sleep. Of course then this leads me to the fact that he's a morning person. Me? not so much. I'm a BITCH in the morning.
this was our conversation this morning:
him- Honey, get uuuup!
me- What time is it?
him- 9:30.
me- If you tell me to get up one more time before noon at least, I swear to god you won't live to see the rest of the day.
him- Holy shit. You're serious too.
me- You bet your ass I am. Now FUCK OFF!
He quietly left the room, and gave me funny looks all day today.

Needless to say, I think he's glad I work tomorrow too.