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Sunday, March 22, 2009

Sunday - Mothers Day in England...maybe in Ontario...??!

Jennifer as I type is driving back from a 12 hour roadtrip out West to see a relative who has months to live. Her entire family left on Friday afternoon and drove through the night, a stay in a hotel, family dysfunction and tension multiplied by no sleep and circumstance.....I imagine she will sleep well this evening. Lest I hope she does.

As we are moving next Saturday I took great advantage and packed up the entire place thus she will be able to find nothing for the next few weeks.

Mother's Day in England (how beautiful if Stacey, Angele and Riley welcome Jackson today ;) ) - so I was on Skype a while with the parents...my Mother weepy as I had sent her a powerpoint presentation full of poetry and memories and pictures. Said she cried all over her breakfast, bless her..."Short of you turning up on the doorstep that was the most beautiful thing I could have recieved today"...needless to say there is now pressure to turn up on the doorstep next year....

Poor Jenn.....this storm is sure to slow them down and she has to drop off the family in Sherwood Park first...

Me between packing I've had a blast watching the CNN of Canada - the CBC documentary....we are in a hellish state with allergies, the world is falling apart due to us not concerning the tsunami threat when the great San Fran quake and there's summat else that escapes me. I turned it off and put on a CSI boxset. I like my drama made up not amplified as a possibility and presented with fear...

Mmm. Not a lot else to declare - believed I should 'do my bit' and post as Jenn always urges me too.


Wednesday, March 18, 2009


Reason #278 why cutting your girlfriend's hair with ordinary scissors is a baaaaaaaaaad idea: They don't cut hair so well, but holy $%^&@ do they cut skin. Owwwwwwww...

Now I'll be chasing her around the apartment for the next three days with said scissors fixing any obvious errors I made in 'styling'. Luckily I have an easy to please (most of the time) girlfriend. Besides, it's her idea to get me to cut her hair even though I don't know what I'm doing...

Sad Stuff

So sad about Miranda Richardson...

And I found out today that my grandmother (father's mother) has cancer of the everything (started in the colon, moved to lungs and now in her spine) and now has >3 months to live. :( I'm going to see about taking a trip to visit her next month when I have some vacation time. I was able to see her last year when she was here to visit her son/my uncle in the hospital when he was dying of lung cancer. Jesus... cancer sucks. :(

Friday, March 13, 2009

Busy, busy, busy...

Long time since an update... been busy planning the move and running around getting things like touch up paint for the walls in our current place and deciding what to throw and what to move.

I've also been quite absorbed in fanfic again. This time it's... wait for it... The Devil Wears Prada fandom. Miranda/Andrea fic. I normally check The Daily Femslash Newsletter Journal when I'm looking for fic to read because I can't be bothered to search the ends of the Internet world to find something I haven't read yet like I used to. Fantastic resource, I must say. Anyway, I was out of updates and new material on my favourite pairs in various fandoms and I couldn't help but notice the TON of Miranda/Andrea (or 'Mirandy' as they apparently call it) fic on the list. I was kind of repulsed at first thought but then of course curiosity got the better of me and next thing I know I'm reading one or two short M/A fics most evenings. THEN my friend Sandra made the huge mistake of sending me a link to a novel length M/A fic that was soooooo good, I could hardly force myself to go to bed at night and go to work in the morning. It took me seven days to read, it was so long. Julie was a fanfic widow during that time. I should probably be very embarrassed about all of this, but I'm not. I love reading and I love being able to relax after a hard day at work and be carried away by a great story once in a while. At the moment we don't have children and we don't have an otherwise demanding home life in the evening - I say, why not indulge.

With that said, I haven't read any fic in a couple of days and tonight Julie and I rented four movies. We've decided that tomorrow is going to be a movie day (that we've found out will be interrupted a few times for apartment viewings....grrrr...). We're both exhausted from the past week so we could definitely use the lazy day. We rented The Changeling, Tropic Thunder, The Secret Life Of Bees and Blindness. We wanted to get Milk but it they didn't have any copies available, it being Friday night and all.

This evening we had a family dinner at my grandparents' place for my 31st birthday. We also celebrated my grandmother's birthday (which is on the 21st of this month). I know I'm getting older when receiving housewares excites me a ridiculous amount. I received some other really nice things (including hopefully the winning 649 ticket for tomorrow) as well, but I think my favourite things were the tulips Julie gave me this morning (my favourite flower), the card she gave me and the card my parents gave me. I'm also at an age in my life where I get emotional and tear up over stuff I never would have, say, 5 years ago. My mom kept giving me wistful, proud looks which also made me emotional. Julie says it's because I'm her success story. I've moved out, I have a great partner, I have been successful at work and I don't need her help *too* often. I've also grown emotionally a hell of a lot in the past two years, which could be a big reason for it also. Really, she should be giving Julie the proud looks because she's been the biggest driver for that endeavour.

I suppose we'll start one of the movies soon... we had a bit of a delay in getting our night started when we discovered two ladybugs in the living room here. I can hardly type about this... I'm nearly starting to hyperventilate just re-telling it (Julie says I should - that it'd be cathartic). As soon as I saw one, I swore, my blood ran cold and I ran into the bedroom where I then stood scanning everything over and over looking for anything moving while I had a panic attack. Needless to say, I have a ladybug phobia. Outside, I can usually manage to not look like a fool when I see one, but when they're inside my living space, I can't handle it at all. Julie had to thoroughly inspect the entire apartment before I could step foot outside of the bedroom and even then, I still can't cross over to the side of the room that the ladybugs were found. *shudder* Enough about that before I need a paper bag to breathe in. Happy Birthday to me.... of all days to find them in the freakin' apartment.

Lastly, I want to punch the surgeon who operated on my finger. "You should feel immediate relief after the surgery" MY FUCKING ASS. God damn it!!!!! I'm in fucking pain. I hate him. I hate him so much. Compared to before, the pain IS down from excruciating to the point of wanting to die rather than endure it, but not by much. I still can't determine if the surgery was worth it. I really don't know. I've been doing exercises to stretch it out because it gets really tight and painful, but it's really sore and sensitive and it aches like a bitch several times a day. Like right now, it's aching under the nail. I just want to rip it off. I don't even want to see that asshole who did the surgery for the follow up in four months time... unless I take a hammer with me and smash his fucking finger to make myself feel better. Even then... I don't think it'd make mine feel better, so there's little point to it. Oh well, I guess I'll just see how it goes.

I guess that wasn't really lastly...

Three days ago it was -30 C and today it's 8 C. Probably the best birthday weather I've ever had. The snow is melting like crazy and tomorrow there's supposed to be freezing rain before it dips back down to around -7 C for the next week. Blah. I'm so ready for the snow to be gone and spring to show up.

Alright, I think that's enough rambling for one night... as fast as I've become typing without my left index finger, it does make my hand ache.

Timmy's Roll Up The Rim tally for the month:
Coffee's bought = 6
Times won = 2 coffees (one of them today, yay... I credit Stace for that one as she wished it upon me today, thanks!)