Another weekend down the drain

They go by way too fast. It hardly seems fair. The week at work drags on to the point where I want to poke myself in the eye with my pen so I can go home and maybe go on worker's comp for a while, yet the weekends speed by as if they didn't actually exist. Not fair at all. :(

This weekend turned out quite nice, even if I didn't think it would get as warm as it did (note: it is now currently snowing in the NE. God damn Calgary!) Friday wasn't very productive. I got off of work an hour early, which was a nice surprise, hung around home for a while, then Rob picked me up and we went to try and find him a new pair of shoes and a Spring jacket. No such luck. We found some jackets that were really nice and fit really well but were way too short on my tall boy and made him look silly. Amazingly enough, we were able to leave the malls and stores without spending any money at all.

Saturday I was in one of my baking moods. I got up and started making banana chocolate chip muffins and crepes. The apartment smelt great. Then I lazed around with the boy for a while and got ready to go out for sushi with Chrissy and T and a few other people. On the way there, we stopped and got Rob some nice new shoes, so one thing accomplished at least.

The sushi wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, though I ate no fish. I mainly stuck to crab and eel and I had to eat with my fingers because I couldn't figure out the chopsticks. It was such a beautiful night when we left I didn't want to go home. We stopped at Market Mall, I got my Vans that I've been eyeing and we drove home.

Sunday was much the same. Lazing around and then we actually got up and did some errands. It was a beautiful day. I got T's birthday present and a new shirt and stuff for myself which is good. Then we did groceries and went home. I got a massive headache last night that just wouldn't go away, so I ended up going to bed pretty early. But I apparently am a huge nerd and can't go to sleep when the boy isn't beside me.

I got some distressing news from Jill a couple of weeks ago. One of our high school teachers (who we both also knew a bit outside of school) had some sort of a break down and was in the hospital at home. He was a suicide risk and was seeing things and was just gone nuts. Jill's Mom called Jill to let her know, and to also find out if we could send him cards because apparently that really made him happy. That doesn't sound like the Lester I know, but ok. I've been in rough shape somewhat like that myself before, so if that's what he needs, good. I bought a card that I was going to send out soon when I got an email from Jill. Apparently Lester was home, doing better and was outside fixing his snow blower. Apparently he couldn't fix it, he got mad, freaked out and cut his wrists and chest so badly they had to do surgery. I hate hearing things like this because 1: I feel so bad for the people involved and wish I could help them and 2: That could have been me. It's as simple as that. That could have been me. It terrifies me. Thoughts like that actually keep me up at night.

Which could be the reason I've been having really awful dreams off and on the last bit. In at least three of the dreams now someone has been after me. Sometimes they get me, sometimes they don't. Each time it's scary.

And to add to the stress, my uncle Jamie got his scan results back. He's got something wrong with his brain. As far as the family doctor can tell, it's a strawberry birthmark in his brain. But we will know more on Wednesday when Jamie sees the specialist. I'm so worried for him. He is the sweetest boy. I love him and miss him and wish I could be here. This is why I hate Calgary (other then the insane weather). I'm not there when my family needs my support, or when I need their's...But all I can do is wait, and now it's time to go back to work. Good times will be had by all.