And flour. And eggs. And other such things. Seriously though, I am baking cookies right now. The last pan is in the oven. Chocolate chip if anyone was wondering. Rob didn't come over tonight, so I had to find something to fill the time. I managed to rearrange some things on my kitchen counter, fish the fishy pepper shaker that Chrissy got me out from behind the stove (lesson learned, do not balance it where it can fall) unbroken! Then I decided to make cookies since I bought a new pan on the weekend.
Ah, the weekend. They are becoming more and more of a blur as the days go by. They go by so much quicker then days at work. It's sucky. Have no idea what was done Friday night. Saturday I met up with Chrissy and T for what I thought was a girl's day at the sex shop, but turned out to involve Chrissy's new toy. A little weird to go to a sex shop with a guy you're not sleeping with or haven't known for a while, but whatever. Oh, I should also mention I was mad at Rob when I first got out of the car at Chrissy's because he did the exact same thing as the last time he dropped me off. We came up to the turn off and he asked me "Is this the turn?" I said "I'm not sure" and he got all mad. I'm sorry, I don't drive. I honestly don't pay attention to where I'm being driven. But "It's your friend, you should know!" Um, you're the driver, you should know. Whatever.
(Cookies are now finished)
We went to the shop, it was nice and classy. I may or may not have bought some items. We went to Walmart where Rob met me and I got a passport picture. I look like I'm in jail. We did some more running around and came home. Sunday is where it really gets interesting.
Sunday we're lazy, as usual. I can't sleep in most weekends so we're sleepy too. We finally get moving, and have a little tiff, due to cranky behaviour no doubt, but we're going. It's about 11:30 and we're both hungry, we're going to go get something to eat! Or not. The passenger side tire blew out in my ally. So I got to watch my boy change a tire, which was kind of hot for some reason. Then we drove to Canadian Tire and got two new front tires. We walked around Canadian Tire and the Asian mall for a while, waiting for it to be done. My fears of running into idiot boy in such places have pretty much disappeared. Anyway, it was done, and then we still didn't have any food. We ended up pretty much just going home and eating left overs. Good times.
Now onto the exciting news of today. I sort of kind of have my own office! I do have to share it, but it's with someone who's really quiet and respectful. So I'm all for that. It has walls and a door and everything! Just no window. I'm so excited. I spent most of the afternoon moving stuff, so I didn't get much work done after lunch, but I finally have space. No one can understand how happy I am to have actual space to work in. I can spread out my stuff now! So it was actually a pretty good Monday. Though Claudia, Amanda and Angie are all mad at me for moving. Maybe I will bring them some cookies tomorrow.
Oh, and I finally made a dentist appointment!
Monday, April 28, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
You've got to be kidding me
Another fucking note. This time on the dryer telling me to "keep top of dryer clean!" maybe you should go fuck yourself. I don't keep anything in that god damn room. The only thing I can think of is some dust from the lint trap that they never fucking clean out and I have to do every fucking time I want to use the dryer.
I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them!
Oh, I did I mention I hate them?
Come on September, I can't get out of here fast enough.
I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them I hate them!
Oh, I did I mention I hate them?
Come on September, I can't get out of here fast enough.
Is This Better T?
It is finally Friday. I know that I'm not the only person who has been looking forward to this day all week, but man, I am glad. Somedays work drags me down so much. I do a very good job of sitting here, seeming very calm and non stressed (the people who know me the most will think that's not even possible...according to Rob I have stress all the way down to my toes) but it just stresses me to be here somedays. The stuff that goes on sometimes is hard to handle and I have to bite my tongue until it's nearly bitten in half.
Thursday morning as I was leaving my apartment when I noticed a tiny little yellow sticky note by my front door at the top of the stairs. It said "Please keep stairwell clean. Thanks!!!!!" I thought you god damn bitches. I was home ALL night Wednesday. I know they were home too, because they were stomping up and down the stairs all night long, and left the stairwell lights on as usual. Good thing I don't pay utilities cause I would have a huge issue with that. But the point is, I was home all night long. My lights were on, my tv was on, they knew I was there. Yet they didn't even have the common courtesy to knock on my door and talk to me like a human being. No, they left me a note like I'm some fucking leper or something. And what gets me is the stairs aren't even messy. It's not like they are covered in mud and garbage. There is some dust in a few corners and a small section of melted snow water where I take my shoes off. OH MY GOD! CALL THE BOARD OF HEALTH! THE HOUSE SHOULD BE CONDEMNED!!!!
Jesus Christ. Some people's children. So I, being the bitter, bitter person that I am when I am pissed off in any way will A: never forgive them for the slight. B: Not take the sticky note down. C: Clean up the "horrible mess" when I am good and ready. Fuck them. Assholes.
As you may or may not have been able to tell, I am still slightly upset about the whole thing. Just another thing to bury deep down inside and add to the ulcer I've been brewing for my whole life.
On a happy note, my boy came over last night, which was nice. I really missed him, you know, went two whole days without seeing him. Golly gee that's a long time! I do love him though. He is going to do my taxes for me. Yay! And I get to spend time with Chrissy and T tomorrow, which will also be good.
This whole landlord thing has really just cemented the fact that I have to get the hell out of that basement. Rob and I have been thinking seriously about Nova Scotia. He's worried about finding a well paying job. I'm worried about leaving my friends behind. But I miss my family so much, and so many of them are aging now, and getting sick, or growing up, and I'm missing all this time that I could be spending with them, even if I was living in Halifax. Plans are slowly in motion. I guess I'll just have to wait and see where they take us.
Thursday morning as I was leaving my apartment when I noticed a tiny little yellow sticky note by my front door at the top of the stairs. It said "Please keep stairwell clean. Thanks!!!!!" I thought you god damn bitches. I was home ALL night Wednesday. I know they were home too, because they were stomping up and down the stairs all night long, and left the stairwell lights on as usual. Good thing I don't pay utilities cause I would have a huge issue with that. But the point is, I was home all night long. My lights were on, my tv was on, they knew I was there. Yet they didn't even have the common courtesy to knock on my door and talk to me like a human being. No, they left me a note like I'm some fucking leper or something. And what gets me is the stairs aren't even messy. It's not like they are covered in mud and garbage. There is some dust in a few corners and a small section of melted snow water where I take my shoes off. OH MY GOD! CALL THE BOARD OF HEALTH! THE HOUSE SHOULD BE CONDEMNED!!!!
Jesus Christ. Some people's children. So I, being the bitter, bitter person that I am when I am pissed off in any way will A: never forgive them for the slight. B: Not take the sticky note down. C: Clean up the "horrible mess" when I am good and ready. Fuck them. Assholes.
As you may or may not have been able to tell, I am still slightly upset about the whole thing. Just another thing to bury deep down inside and add to the ulcer I've been brewing for my whole life.
On a happy note, my boy came over last night, which was nice. I really missed him, you know, went two whole days without seeing him. Golly gee that's a long time! I do love him though. He is going to do my taxes for me. Yay! And I get to spend time with Chrissy and T tomorrow, which will also be good.
This whole landlord thing has really just cemented the fact that I have to get the hell out of that basement. Rob and I have been thinking seriously about Nova Scotia. He's worried about finding a well paying job. I'm worried about leaving my friends behind. But I miss my family so much, and so many of them are aging now, and getting sick, or growing up, and I'm missing all this time that I could be spending with them, even if I was living in Halifax. Plans are slowly in motion. I guess I'll just have to wait and see where they take us.
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
A clean Bathroom is a clean Soul
Probably highly unlikely. But very fun to say even if it means nothing, just like so many of the other things that I say.
Tonight I am actually sitting at my table using my laptop which is highly unusual for me, but a bit more comfortable then hunched over on my weird bench thing. If only the TV was closer (except I am listening to an amazing mixture of East Coast music right now and not watching TV). From the headline you can probably understand that I just finished cleaning my bathroom. It was nasty. Tonight Rob isn't over, it's one of our "break" nights, so my landlords can't be total assholes. But I don't always mind. Sometimes it's nice just to be by myself and listen to my music and talk to my friends or cleaning my apartment without having to entertain Rob. I know he says I don't need to entertain him, but I do. So the alone nights are sometimes necessary. (How am I ever going to live with someone again?)
This past weekend was pretty good, other then the horrible ice and snow and shit weather that Calgary seems so fond of having. Friday we went to the comedy club with Kendra and her new boyfriend Fred. He is by far the most normal guy she's had in a long time, and very nice too. It was an awesome night. I laughed so hard at jokes I don't even remember now. Saturday we lazed around all day because of the weather and because we were lazy, then went to celebrate T's birthday. I drank too many free bottle caps without buying a round. Next time, I have to buy a round. I'm a friggin' mooch. Sunday I woke up to wonderful stomach cramps. Damn you Atlas pizza! It does that to me every once and a while, but it's so damn good I can't not eat it! So I missed out on going to breakfast and the sex shop with Chrissy and T, but I didn't miss out on getting up at 6am to see Rob off to work. Poor boy. I went back to sleep.
This weekend is pretty open. Saturday I'll be spending some quality time with my girls at the above mentioned sex shop. Should be an interesting time.
Work is work. The same old crap, just a different day. I might be moving into an office with Robin even sooner then expected though, so that's good. It will be nice to have desk space and for it to be quiet when I'm trying to work. Good times. Fingers crossed that it happens sooner rather then later.
I realized tonight how out of touch I am with the people from home. People are getting married and having babies and I know nothing whatsoever about it. I know that it doesn't matter, these people aren't my family or my close friends, but jesus, I get up surrounded by them all. It's hard when you know everyone, to suddenly know nothing about them.
Sunday I randomly got homesick and cried in front of Rob. It was extremely embarrassing.
Tonight I am actually sitting at my table using my laptop which is highly unusual for me, but a bit more comfortable then hunched over on my weird bench thing. If only the TV was closer (except I am listening to an amazing mixture of East Coast music right now and not watching TV). From the headline you can probably understand that I just finished cleaning my bathroom. It was nasty. Tonight Rob isn't over, it's one of our "break" nights, so my landlords can't be total assholes. But I don't always mind. Sometimes it's nice just to be by myself and listen to my music and talk to my friends or cleaning my apartment without having to entertain Rob. I know he says I don't need to entertain him, but I do. So the alone nights are sometimes necessary. (How am I ever going to live with someone again?)
This past weekend was pretty good, other then the horrible ice and snow and shit weather that Calgary seems so fond of having. Friday we went to the comedy club with Kendra and her new boyfriend Fred. He is by far the most normal guy she's had in a long time, and very nice too. It was an awesome night. I laughed so hard at jokes I don't even remember now. Saturday we lazed around all day because of the weather and because we were lazy, then went to celebrate T's birthday. I drank too many free bottle caps without buying a round. Next time, I have to buy a round. I'm a friggin' mooch. Sunday I woke up to wonderful stomach cramps. Damn you Atlas pizza! It does that to me every once and a while, but it's so damn good I can't not eat it! So I missed out on going to breakfast and the sex shop with Chrissy and T, but I didn't miss out on getting up at 6am to see Rob off to work. Poor boy. I went back to sleep.
This weekend is pretty open. Saturday I'll be spending some quality time with my girls at the above mentioned sex shop. Should be an interesting time.
Work is work. The same old crap, just a different day. I might be moving into an office with Robin even sooner then expected though, so that's good. It will be nice to have desk space and for it to be quiet when I'm trying to work. Good times. Fingers crossed that it happens sooner rather then later.
I realized tonight how out of touch I am with the people from home. People are getting married and having babies and I know nothing whatsoever about it. I know that it doesn't matter, these people aren't my family or my close friends, but jesus, I get up surrounded by them all. It's hard when you know everyone, to suddenly know nothing about them.
Sunday I randomly got homesick and cried in front of Rob. It was extremely embarrassing.
Monday, April 14, 2008
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.
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.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
Snow? SNOW???
Yet another example of why I hate Calgary sometimes. It was nice yesterday. Today it snowed and snowed all day. The city was piled high with snow, of course there were lots of accidents, and I spent most of the day wishing and hoping that they would send us home, but no snow day. No snow day makes Lacey sad :( I hope tomorrow it's not too bad, but it was such a weird day. It wasn't cold, it was just very, very snowy. Not very impressed at all. At least it was pretty snow.
This weekend is going to be a pretty quiet weekend I think. Rob and I are going to go looking for shoes and clothes (shoes for him, clothes for me. Apparently I'm not allowed to buy anymore shoes). Saturday we are going to go out for sushi with Chrissy and T. I promised that I would try some, but I didn't promise I would like it.
I just want to sleep and sleep. I'm in one of those moods. I'm tired all the time now it seems. Last night Rob went to his own apartment for a change and I had the whole bed to myself. When he's not here I roll all over the bed, I sleep better when he is around.
Today my Mom asked me when he was getting me a ring. I told her to shut up. Ah, good times.
This weekend is going to be a pretty quiet weekend I think. Rob and I are going to go looking for shoes and clothes (shoes for him, clothes for me. Apparently I'm not allowed to buy anymore shoes). Saturday we are going to go out for sushi with Chrissy and T. I promised that I would try some, but I didn't promise I would like it.
I just want to sleep and sleep. I'm in one of those moods. I'm tired all the time now it seems. Last night Rob went to his own apartment for a change and I had the whole bed to myself. When he's not here I roll all over the bed, I sleep better when he is around.
Today my Mom asked me when he was getting me a ring. I told her to shut up. Ah, good times.
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