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2005-01-31 - 12:14 p.m. I’ve been meaning to update for a while now, but I had really wanted a “New Year’s” entry, and how the year is looking. So far, though, I’m not sure what I think of this new year. I think it’s going well…? Started off kinda crappish, and I had almost decided to cancel the whole thing, but sprinkled throughout the crap were wonderful little gems, so I’m gonna stick with this whole “2005 thing” and see where it takes me. December 31, 2004 – not such a good day. The plan had been to go to my eye appointment, then pick up my glasses, and be home within a couple of hours. Ha ha. First, Lenscrafters no longer had the frames I had chosen (I mean, it only took me YEAR to find frames I actually liked and that didn’t make me look like a drag queen). So they called around and the only other store that had them was Marlborough. Waaaay in the NE. no biggie. My mum kindly let Chicken and I use her car, cuz it was really cold out that day (one of those pissy -35 C days). Go to my eye appointment, no problem. Drive across town. No problem. Pick up frames, and select frames for sunglasses. I totally got talked into getting the VERY EXPENSIVE ones by the adorable, perky, chinese sales girl. The only way she could have been cuter was if she’d actually started flirting with me. Anyway, we were a little behind schedule, but not really a problem, put glasses in, ready in an hour, have some lunch while we’re waiting, drive home, get ready, and then Chicken can go to his gramma’s for new years eve, and I can go out on a date with my honey. Easy, right??? BAH ha ha! Punch my numbers into the Interac machine and it totally TURNED ME DOWN!! (this is payday…I KNOW the money is there). Call the bank. My purchase is waaaay over my daily interact limit. Sorry. WTF??? It’s my fucking money. If I want to spend it all in one go, I will. But…..no. they can’t do anything over the phone. Apparently if I want that limit changed, I have to apply, and they will do a CREDIT CHECK. So basically, it’s never going to happen. They suggest I go to the nearest branch and withdraw cash. Ok, where’s the nearest branch? “uhhh, I dunno” can you check for me? “um, hang on…” So then some idiot woman comes on the line and starts giving me directions to get to the nearest branch. Sorry, can you just give me the address, and I can find it from there? “sorry, I don’t know the address, but it’s real easy to find, I used to live in that end of town…so you know that road that goes behind the mall sort of at the walm@rt end? Ya, take that, and then turn at the four way stop, right? Then go down to the high school, right…” sorry, I don’t live around here, I don’t know what road you’re talking about. Perhaps if you could just look up the address for me…? “no really, I’ll just tell you how to get there, it’s easy…” Nevermind. I’ll look it up in the phone book and find it myself. Anyway, turns out the perky cute asian salesgirl is “ghetto” and knows exactly where the nearest one is, and gives me very simple directions that INCLUDE street names! Wow. Imagine that. So off we go. No problem…we’re a little behind schedule, but it’s only another what…20 minutes? Uh huh. Sitting at the traffic light…right across the street from the friggin bank….the goal is IN SIGHT, people….and the guy in front of me decides he’s too far into the intersection, and throws it in reverse. Uh huh. He reverses his big ass truck right the fuck into the car. My MOTHER’S car. Super. Turns out he was a really nice guy, and was practically peeing himself with anxiety over the whole thing. But there was much exchanging of information, and apologizing, and reassuring that no one was injured or dead, or going to sue him…and 20 minutes later, we get into the parking lot of the bank. Did I mention that it was right about lunch hour? On NEW YEAR’S EVE?? Yup. 20 minute wait in line just to talk to the bank teller. Finally, get my money, get in the car, get back to the friggin mall, and FINALLY pay for glasses….which will be ready in…about an hour. *sigh* Ok. We’re still ok. We go to the food court to get lunch. Mmm, greasy chinese food in sweet tasty sauces are JUST what I need. Except, of course, when the food tastes like it was cooked in rancid pork fat. Mmm. Ok, ¾ of my lunch go into the garbage. I console myself with an ooey gooey giant cinnamon bun with and extra container of that diabetic coma-inducing cream cheese icing. Ya. That’s better. I feel sick now, but somehow comforted at the same time. Check watch. Still have 30 minutes to waste. Go to store across from LensCr@fters, which just happens to have giant 50% OFF signs everywhere. With the help of my wonderful Chicken, I leave the store with two new blouses and a sweater. Feeling much better now. Go to pick up glasses. Takes FOREVER for them to adjust and clean the damn things. Check watch. Super. We have barely enough time to make it across town. Get in car. Traffic sucks. People are stupid. I am a good mother for not teaching my son any new four letter words. Get home. I have a whole 10 minutes to shower, change, do my hair, put on make up and cram my feet into my sexy new boots and get to the restaurant by 5:00 pm. Uh huh. Skip the shower, wash hair in sink, blow dry hair SUPER fast, put on make up, cram my giant fanny into pantyhose, put on skirt and new sweater, jam feet into boots, and head out the door with 2 minutes to spare. Lucky for us the restaurant is just down the road, huh? While I’m settling into the car, husband hands me a box. A special delivery box. Me:“huh?” So I tear into my surprise gift, feeling sure husband was just pulling my leg and it was something he ordered from online. Inside, was the most wonderful surprise! It was a book I had listed on my Amazon.com wish list! A big, glossy covered book full of full color prints of Frank Frazetta. That lovely, sexy, sassy, saucy aussie darling Hissandtell had sent it to me!!! After that, the whole evening turned around completely. Dinner was fabulous. We ordered two giant pieces of cheesecake to go. Went home, put on comfy clothes, lolled on the couch watching movies and eating cheesecake, then went to bed and had fabulous sex. New year’s day was pretty boring. I worked. I didn’t have to, but for the chance at making 2.5x pay? SURE! Plus, there was only me and one other girl there, so it was a nice quiet day. Ok, day after new year. Sunday. Regular work day for me. Put on long skirt. Put on sexy new boots. Rush around like crazy because I’m late for work. Catch heel of sexy new boot in hem of long skirt. Fall down the stairs. Wake up Chicken and Jamie who come flying out of their rooms to see who was hurling large things down the stairs. Apparently us big girls make a lot of noise when we go down the stairs. Well, actually, I’m not sure what woke them up, my 200+ pounds crashing down the stairs, or my laying on the tiles at the bottom yelling, “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!” meh, either way. Went to work anyway. Ya, didn’t get much done. Sitting hurt. Standing hurt. Walking hurt. Work sucked, but I lived. Next day? Holy shit! I went to get up for work, and it felt like I’d been run over by a truck! No, wait. Make that an entire CONVOY of trucks. The big 18-wheelers. ::: Junior and Angel’s baby was born. Jamie was a jerk and kept smoking pot in our house and is moving out today. Fa is getting married in April. My llama moved far away. ::: do you see the trend here? Really bad things, followed by really neat surprises, then some more bad things. So…I really don’t know what to make of this year. So, there’s my big update. I’m alive. Battered and bruised somewhat, but still kicking. kind of a let down after all this time, in't? I’m sure there’s a bunch of stuff I’m missing here….but at the moment, I can’t really think straight, so if I remember anything, I’ll update again later. i love these chinooks, especially after that damned UNCIVILIZED -45 C weather, but i well and truly wish they didn't make my head hurt so bad!! 
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