I am officially a quarter of a century right now. How scary is that? It's weird. But I guess it had to happen some day.
My pre birthday weekend was pretty great, with some kind of shitty stuff thrown in here for good measure, cause, let's face it, it's me after all. Saturday at the Virgin Fest, was insanely hot. No shade. Lots of sun. Some water...I got massive sunburns on odd parts of my body, like my hands, feet, and insides of my arms, plus more normal spots too. Fun times. Then I'm pretty sure I got heat exhaustion. That sort of sucked. We left early that night, but didn't really care about the later acts, so that was fine. When I got home, I had a cold shower and got a horrible pounding headache and thought for a brief minute there, my head might actually explode. You will be happy to know that it did not, but it tried really hard to.
Yesterday was better. Not as hot, less sun and more cool breezes. And awesome music. Lots of smoking, lots of pot, lots of pushing, but a pretty damn good day. Until we got to Rob's car and found out that it was broken into. A wonderful typical ending to one of our days. His cd's and ipod were stolen, and some dirty old crackhead touched all of his stuff, but otherwise, I think he's ok stuff wise. His driver's side backseat window however, is taped up right now. Poor Rob. He did get me an awesome birthday card though (haven't gotten the rest of my birthday present yet, I'm spoiled!) that he made me open. I'm pretty sure he thinks I need to go to AA, but I'm good with that :)
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Quiet
I'm home alone tonight. Just Chekov and I. My landlords are fighting again. Yelling at their little girl. Do they think that I can't hear them? Or do they even care?
I'm tired tonight. And not feeling good. My stomach is sick and my head is aching. I'm nervous about tomorrow. And I'm alone. Oh, did I already say that? Rob won't be over until Friday, most likely. The apartment seems really quiet and empty. I think I'm ready to start living with Rob for good. I wonder what we will do though. He's talking about staying in Calgary longer then I was expecting, but not a year longer I don't think. I don't know what I will do when my lease is up here. I sure as hell don't want to live with three boys. Ugh, I don't even want to think about it.
Tomorrow is my appointment. I'm getting nervous. Really nervous. That's probably part of my sick feelings tonight. Chrissy and T will be taking me tomorrow and waiting for me to be finished. I'm still freaked out though. I'm just really scared that there's going to be something really wrong with me. Everyone keeps telling me that everything will be fine, and it probably will...but at the same time...anything could happen. It's just adding to my stress ulcer.
My Mom wants my uncle Jamie to stop driving. She also wants him to get his eyes checked. I wish I was there. I want to spend time with my uncle while he's still able to do things. I don't want to get there only to push him around in a wheel chair.
I have to drink so much water tomorrow. Here's hoping I can keep it all in until my test is done.
I'm tired tonight. And not feeling good. My stomach is sick and my head is aching. I'm nervous about tomorrow. And I'm alone. Oh, did I already say that? Rob won't be over until Friday, most likely. The apartment seems really quiet and empty. I think I'm ready to start living with Rob for good. I wonder what we will do though. He's talking about staying in Calgary longer then I was expecting, but not a year longer I don't think. I don't know what I will do when my lease is up here. I sure as hell don't want to live with three boys. Ugh, I don't even want to think about it.
Tomorrow is my appointment. I'm getting nervous. Really nervous. That's probably part of my sick feelings tonight. Chrissy and T will be taking me tomorrow and waiting for me to be finished. I'm still freaked out though. I'm just really scared that there's going to be something really wrong with me. Everyone keeps telling me that everything will be fine, and it probably will...but at the same time...anything could happen. It's just adding to my stress ulcer.
My Mom wants my uncle Jamie to stop driving. She also wants him to get his eyes checked. I wish I was there. I want to spend time with my uncle while he's still able to do things. I don't want to get there only to push him around in a wheel chair.
I have to drink so much water tomorrow. Here's hoping I can keep it all in until my test is done.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Updated!
It's been a bit since I've written anything here. I just don't seem to go on my computer much at home, Rob has been over a lot lately. Cause we are basically living in sin. Good times.
My ultrasound is this week. Hopefully they will figure out what's wrong with me. I have to say I wasn't impressed when my friend Jenny told me that they did an internal one on her. At least she warned me before hand. That would have been a big shock. An unpleasant one. Ugh. Anyway, it's in the afternoon and Rob is working, so Chrissy and T will be taking me. I was really freaking out about it at first, but I'm better now. I told them that if they had other plans, I would be ok to go on my own, but they love me and said they would still go with me. So good times on Thursday. Fingers crossed that they find out what's wrong with me. And if they do, fingers crossed even harder that it's nothing really bad.
I've been walking to work lately, and it's been raining. Like everyday. And if it just happens to be cloudy and not raining, the ground is still soaked. So my poor feet have been wet for like two weeks this week. This morning Rob drove me in. I was so happy. I was here really early, but that's ok. The banked time is good.
We had a retarded fight on Friday night. I'm not going to go into it, because it's just too retarded. But it centered around a Kenny vs Spenny episode. I think it's a case of we don't really fight at all, just once every few months. Yeah, we have little cranky moments, but no fights. So I think we just keep all of the annoyances inside and then let them out once every few months and feel better. We made up that night so it was all good.
Work is retarded. They still haven't hired a girl for upfront and I have to answer the phones everyday at 4 when everyone else leaves, and I answer them when they ring during the day and the girl who's up front doesn't answer. But apparently I "haven't done phones" for two weeks now. Whatever. Fuck, I hate how childish it can be here, people don't come right up and say something to you. They go running to mommy or daddy or start talking behind your backs. Babies.
My ultrasound is this week. Hopefully they will figure out what's wrong with me. I have to say I wasn't impressed when my friend Jenny told me that they did an internal one on her. At least she warned me before hand. That would have been a big shock. An unpleasant one. Ugh. Anyway, it's in the afternoon and Rob is working, so Chrissy and T will be taking me. I was really freaking out about it at first, but I'm better now. I told them that if they had other plans, I would be ok to go on my own, but they love me and said they would still go with me. So good times on Thursday. Fingers crossed that they find out what's wrong with me. And if they do, fingers crossed even harder that it's nothing really bad.
I've been walking to work lately, and it's been raining. Like everyday. And if it just happens to be cloudy and not raining, the ground is still soaked. So my poor feet have been wet for like two weeks this week. This morning Rob drove me in. I was so happy. I was here really early, but that's ok. The banked time is good.
We had a retarded fight on Friday night. I'm not going to go into it, because it's just too retarded. But it centered around a Kenny vs Spenny episode. I think it's a case of we don't really fight at all, just once every few months. Yeah, we have little cranky moments, but no fights. So I think we just keep all of the annoyances inside and then let them out once every few months and feel better. We made up that night so it was all good.
Work is retarded. They still haven't hired a girl for upfront and I have to answer the phones everyday at 4 when everyone else leaves, and I answer them when they ring during the day and the girl who's up front doesn't answer. But apparently I "haven't done phones" for two weeks now. Whatever. Fuck, I hate how childish it can be here, people don't come right up and say something to you. They go running to mommy or daddy or start talking behind your backs. Babies.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Exhausted
Why am I so tired? All the time? Is there an actual reason? Or am I just lazy?
Friday was month end at work. Everyone was freaking out. For no particular reason. I don't understand why people do that, leave everything for the last day of the month, when you know that stuff needs to be finished on that day. Other then messing up my check run and having to do things for other people, the day went pretty well. I finished at 5 and was able to leave. I walked home again. A little over half way it started to rain a bit. I tried to call Rob, but my phone wasn't working right. I kept missing his calls and I kept getting his voice mail. When I finally did get a hold of him it was thundering and pouring down rain. Lucky for me I had my umbrella, and was able to be mostly dry by the time he picked me up, about five minutes from my house. We went for Coco Brooks pizza and had a somewhat damp quiet night in. He fell asleep by 10 on the couch. We're old.
Saturday we didn't do anything until about 8. We left and did a few errands, then met Chrissy and T for Indiana Jones. I'm glad that I saw it with them. It was pretty good, lame plot, but the plot isn't the important things in those movies, it's the people. So I'm happy.
I had a hard time sleeping last night. I was jittery or something. I moved around a lot. Rob woke me up in the middle of the night saying something about duct tape. He's cool like that. I woke up early, couldn't sleep anymore, so I got up. I just don't feel like myself lately. Today, after laying on the bed for a while, Rob took me to the grocery store then he went home. I just didn't feel like hanging out. Nothing about Rob, just me. Me and the crazy girl that I am.
Friday was month end at work. Everyone was freaking out. For no particular reason. I don't understand why people do that, leave everything for the last day of the month, when you know that stuff needs to be finished on that day. Other then messing up my check run and having to do things for other people, the day went pretty well. I finished at 5 and was able to leave. I walked home again. A little over half way it started to rain a bit. I tried to call Rob, but my phone wasn't working right. I kept missing his calls and I kept getting his voice mail. When I finally did get a hold of him it was thundering and pouring down rain. Lucky for me I had my umbrella, and was able to be mostly dry by the time he picked me up, about five minutes from my house. We went for Coco Brooks pizza and had a somewhat damp quiet night in. He fell asleep by 10 on the couch. We're old.
Saturday we didn't do anything until about 8. We left and did a few errands, then met Chrissy and T for Indiana Jones. I'm glad that I saw it with them. It was pretty good, lame plot, but the plot isn't the important things in those movies, it's the people. So I'm happy.
I had a hard time sleeping last night. I was jittery or something. I moved around a lot. Rob woke me up in the middle of the night saying something about duct tape. He's cool like that. I woke up early, couldn't sleep anymore, so I got up. I just don't feel like myself lately. Today, after laying on the bed for a while, Rob took me to the grocery store then he went home. I just didn't feel like hanging out. Nothing about Rob, just me. Me and the crazy girl that I am.
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