We'll Meet Again...

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I know when: Right now!

Enough With The Fucking Books.

I've developed something of a trucker's mouth since my last visit to Saltcoats.

My mom and I made chili yesterday at lunch.

I'm entering the hockey draft at work, so Jesse and I spent the night at the kitchen table strategizing and eating chili.

I was just looking up a book in the library database about a boy who was raised a girl. One of the first hits was "Count Dracula".

Kate and I are going for a walk tonight.

I'm currently cruising around town in a Pontiac G5. My car is in the shop. Again. Actually, I got really frusturated with how shitty my car is, so I emailed the GM of Wheaton and gave him a list of everything that is wrong with my car and they're keeping it all week and fixing everything. Or at least they better. On my list was, broken window seal, problems starting, creaky heater, leaky sunroof, and the back door sounds loose when I drive down dirt roads. Piece of shit.

I drove a Cadillac yesterday. It was BEAUTIFUL.

Granny's birthday is this weekend, so we're all going to Yorkton on Sunday so she can cook us breakfast. Her idea, not ours.

I'm going for a swim tomorrow.

When I Look At You...

you look so bored.

Last night we watched The Blind Side and I cried because he'd never owned a bed before. Jesse turned to me and said, "I've never owned a new bed before." I think my Grandpa might have died in my bed.

I went to the pool yesterday and jumped into someone else's lane because I'm blind as a bat without my glasses. Then I proceeded to feel akward about it for the entire time I was swimming laps.

This weekend I'm going to Yorkton (for real) for Easter, but also for Alanna's bachelorette party. I was supposed to be going up Saturday, but now the party is on Friday so I have to go up early. I'm kind of bummed about it because I didn't want to spend my entire weekend up there, but now I have to. Maybe I'll get a lot of reading done. Hopefully I get a lot of reading done.

Grew Up In A Treehouse.

I've been having the nicest weekend. Yesterday I went swimming, then grocery shopping (that's right, vegetables in the house!), then I took my tired ass home and watched movies late into the night. Jesse came home around 2:30 from visiting a buddy in Moose Jaw and we laid in bed talking until 4:00.

We woke up late, played football in the only dry patch of the park and now I'm sitting here writing this blog. Tonight Christina is hosting trivia.

Stay Out Super Late Tonight...

picking apples, making pies...

Our plans tonight? Grocery shopping, supper making, swimming and movie watching. Ah, comfortable relationship, where have you been all of my life. I guess there are two schools of thought on the matter. Some people say that once your relationship is comfortable, the spark is gone. I however love the comfortable part. I don't feel like I need to put on airs and I can fart when I have to. I'm such a freaking romantic.

I went to the health food store today to buy more dried apricots, because a) they're delicious and b) they pack a hella lot of fibre. I went in with the intent of buying dried apricots. I came out with dried apricots, dried apricots sprinkled in coconut, pumpkin seeds, yogurt covered raisins, and some cajun flavored sesame sticks.

I don't have to work on Monday!! Long weekend!! Woo hoo!!

Small Talk.

Just Some Things:

1. The other night I was cooking supper and Jesse started singing Philosopher Kings.
2. I have a parking spot at work for two weeks.
3. Folk Fest line-up came out today. I'm not really impressed. I think I'll only buy a day pass for the night that Sarah Harmer plays. Hopefully she plays on the same night as Leeroy Stagger because I like him a lot.
4. I've been listening almost exclusively to The National for the past couple of weeks. My boss says Boxer may be his favorite album ever. Out of anything. Big words.
5. I think I'm going to read all night again to catch up with my cannonball.
6. I can't wait for baseball season to start. And I think we should all look into joining a beer league. For real.
7. Kate and I are going for another walk on Tuesday.
8. My bruise turned a violent shade of purple/blue overnight.
9. I didn't watch The Fourth Kind last night and I slept like a baby.
10. I have Monday off and I'm going to go for a swim with my new pass to the YMCA.

Alligator.

The other day I went to the farm to see all of the baby lambs. So flippin' adorable.

Today at lunch I walked into a fire hydrant. I have a huge bruise that covers from just about my knee to just below my underwear line. It was so funny. And even after it happened I was sort of unclear as to why I was bent over double.

I watched The Fourth Kind again last night and after a little surfing around on the internet I discovered it to be a hoax, which I had pretty much thought (read: prayed) from the beginning. Aside from that my day has been mediocre. I had sushi for lunch. I watched the episode of Sex And The City where they break into the pool. I'm going to bed early tonight after I finish reading a better part of the really embarassing book that I'm reading. Good day.

Migraines, Aliens And The Blues.

I've decided to get back into the habit of writing regularly on this thing. I used to write about nothing all the time but lately I haven't been. I reread my entire old blog the other day and thought, "Why did I quit this?" I remember of course. I started writing too much about work and then I became paranoid that someone from work was going to see it and think I was crazy/a bitch, so I stopped. Well, I went back through the entire blog and deleted almost any mention of work and it's going to stay that way. NO MORE WORK TALK. Except for all of that non-descript work talk that I just talked.

So, yesterday Jesse went back to work and came home in a terrible mood. I got some really bad news about my brother so I was in a terrible mood. I'll also preface this by saying that I was already in a terrible mood from the night before when I bawled my eyes out over something completely unrelated that I had thought was long forgotten, but has reared it's ugly head once again. So, we're both in terrible moods and he has a makeshift belt made out of a shoelace. That was pretty much the first part of my night*.

Then I went home and some guy drove up beside me and started cussing me out for no apparent reason. Topper to my day. I went home and cried. Then my mom cried. Then I couldn't sing my favorite song because it was sad and made me cry. I'm telling ya people. It wasn't a pretty day. Top that with an off the hook migraine and you have my Monday in a nutshell. Oh, except for that we rented The Fourth Kind and it was terrifying. All night I kept dreaming that there were owls outside my window. I hope that I don't get abducted.

*For future reference, all of my blogs won't be this depressing

I Want This.

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Swanky Banquets.

I was cleaning out my camera this morning, and came across these gems. The first two are from last night. We all went to this swanky benefit dinner for our local football club. I had these tickets at my desk all week just waiting for somebody from work to take them, but no one wanted them, so I had the idea of just taking them all and inviting my friends. All of the tickets combined were six hundred dollars, so I didn't want them to go to waste. Also I wanted free food. So in addition to eating our weight in perogies, we all got dressed up and rubbed elbows. And by rubbed elbows I mean, drank too much and lived up to the stereotype of being young people in high society. Which pretty much entails writing notes during speeches and ditching out after the first half of speeches.This is a picture of my boyfriend, being a good boyfriend and cleaning the snow off of my mother's roof. And finally, this is my grandma's idea of being funny. She has this wall in her apartment, where all of my cousin's graduation pictures are hung. Since, I didn't get my graduation picture, and she was tired of waiting for me to to, she did this...