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2004-11-22 - 11:24 a.m. Hey, it’s Monday again. I was going to update yesterday, but I figured since I’d been using Monday’s as update-day, why change it? Actually, I was going to update, and I had all kinds of fun, happy things to tell you, but then life went and pissed on my cornflakes again, so I didn’t feel like it anymore. But I’m better today. First I’ll tell about the fun happy things I did this weekend. Well, Friday didn’t turn out how I planned, but was still pretty good. I slept half the day away. Literally. Neither I nor the dog got up until at least noon. Then I showered and got dressed and took the dog for her ‘morning’ walk at about ummmm….2:00 pm. I didn’t really take her for a walk so much as escorted her to the park, where I parked my lazy ass on a bench for 30 minutes and watched her play with Molly (a golden retriever puppy). Then I went home. Fun, huh?? I think the rest of the evening involved television, but I don’t really recall. I do know that we were all sound asleep by at least 10 pm. Woohoo! Party on garth. Saturday. Went to the craft fair with mum. Was fun. There was a ton of really nice stuff that I wanted, but couldn’t afford. But I did manage to find my mother-in-law’s Christmas present. I like it. If I’d had the money, I’d have bought one for me too. After the fair, mum and I went to Timmy’s for coffee. As usual the line up was HUGE and it took us about 20 minutes to get 1 large decaf with cream, 1 large double-double (why yes, I AM Canadian!), and 2 low fat cranberry muffins. But it was well worth it, because it was tasty as always and only cost about 6$. I mean holy crap…you can’t read the friggin’ menu board at Sbux for 6$!! Then we hit the Safeway and picked up tasty hors d’oeuvre treats. Mmmmmm. Smoked salmon/cream cheese rings and one-bite brownies. Aren’t potlucks fun?? My Jillybean was supposed to come over for her usual cut&color before the potluck, and then we were just going to go together. But there was a change of plans. My friend was TOO FUCKING STONED to come! Actually, she was too fucking stoned to even speak! But it’s not what you’re thinking. My jellybean is a good girl. She suffers from migraines and insomnia. She takes a lot of medications for this. She took a few too many drugs in an effort to sleep and get rid of the searing pain. I was actually quite alarmed. She would call the house, and not have a clue who she was calling, what day it was, what time it was, where she was, or even WHO she was!! I though for sure the next time the phone rang it would be her from the hospital. She was sort of alert later on in the evening, and came to the potluck dinner anyway…but I’m not sure if she had fun, or if she even remembers being there. However, I had a great time. The girls at work really are a lot of fun. And some of them, holy crap…talk about FUNNY! And did I mention their superior baking/cooking skills?? I mean, ya, a couple of us do all our baking at Safeway…but there were some seriously tasty homemade treats there! I was good though, and didn’t stuff myself into a coma. I ate enough to taste everything, but not enough that I looked like a pig. Yay me. Went home, went to bed. I’m so exciting. Ok. Now for the stuff that pissed me off to no end….Sunday morning, got up, walked the dog at 6:00 am, then got ready for work. No big deal. Went out back with Husband to get in the car for him to drive me to work….”Oh! you already backed the car out!” “uh, no I didn’t, I didn’t touch the car.” Our car was halfway into the back alley with the doors open. Well FUCK!! Some little shit(s) tried to steal our fucking CAR!!!! We figure it must have been around the time I got up, and that I scared them off when I went out to walk the dog, because the interior light was still on, but the battery wasn’t drained at all. Funny thing is…9 times out of 10, I will go out the back gate, past the carport, and up the path to walk the dog. Sunday, though, I went out the front gate. If I hadn’t, then I probably would have caught them red handed!! Bastards!! *shakes fist at sky in Charlton Heston damn-dirty-apes fashion* They went through EVERYTHING. The glove box, the console, even underneath the floor mats. I think they were looking for a spare key. Luckily, they didn’t break anything, and there wasn’t anything of value for them to steal. Now we have to park on the front street. Which is not a huge hardship, except that we have to apply for a permit now, and also Husband will have to sweep snow off the car and scrape the windows every morning now. Of course, you could be asking, “why don’t you just lock the damn doors?” well, we would, except that the door locks are a little corroded and stiff. So much so that the key actually broke off in the passenger side lock the last time we locked the doors. I am just so pissed off about it. Stupid little fuckers! I know I sound like a Cranky Old Person, but seriously…these young kids today! They have NO respect!!! Seriously! They respect nothing, because they aren’t taught to respect anything. And they do whatever they want, because there are no consequences! Going to youth court? Seriously, they just LAUGH. Tell you what…why don’t we have Husband waiting out back in the dark with a big stick next time….see how fucking funny it is to steal our car. ::: yesterday did end well, though. Husband had rented some DVDs of comedians. One was Margaret Cho (which I haven’t watched yet), and the other was of…um…ok, I don’t remember his name, but he’s one of the guys from that Blue Collar TV (he looks and sounds almost exactly like Jeff foxworthy, but isn’t). damn. I laughed so hard. I mean, thought-i-was-gonna-pee-my-pants laughing. Couldn’t-catch-my-breath laughing. Had tears running down my cheeks and SNORTING laughing. Laughter is good. My sides still ache from it, but really, i wish we could all laugh like that more often. ::: okay, not to totally beat a dead horse or anything…but who the fuck invented/designed BRAS!!??? They are EVIL! Okay, remember I said I bought one that was not too uncomfortable? Forget it. It blows goat balls! It’s really great, if I don’t MOVE. The minute I move, or breath, it starts chafing. Then if I so much as THINK about lifting my arms up high enough to reach the damn keyboard (let alone brush my hair, put my coat on, or even scratch my damn nose), it starts to ride up, and my boobages start squashing out underneath the underwire! Super! Looking like I have FOUR BOOBS is exactly the look I was going for!! ARRRGGG!!! Seriously, who decided that “perky” was the ideal look? Who decided that only nubile young things are attractive? Why can’t stretch marks and sag be a sign of maturity and wisdom?? Why can’t the post-nursing breast be a sign of a kind and nurturing woman who has born children? If this keeps up, I’m just duct-taping the damn things! ::: i also wanted to thank everyone who helped out with finding my jeans pattern. i did find one this weekend, which is EXACTLY what i was looking for and (amazingly) was made in my size! it didn't happen to be any of the ones y'all mentioned (although they did give me ideas for other sewing projects). i know i wasn't really specific about what kind of jeans i wanted, which makes it really hard for you to help me. but they are wide/flared leg, low rise, for stretch denim. if i actually manage to make the damn things, and they are actually wearable, i will post a picture. if not, i will just post a picture of the pattern envelope, and you can use your imaginations! ;) thanks again!! 
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