busy-busy, vroom-vroom! meep meep bad driver commin through!
So its been 9 days since my last blog...nuff said. Its not like a whole lot of ppl are interested in what goes on in my day to day life, right?
My handsome lovely prince took me out to the lake (Lac St. Anne) a lil while back and he took me out on his new boat and I had a blast. Apparently he topped out at 85 clicks on the water. HOLY CRAPPERS!?! The wind in my face, the coldness. I enjoyed myself. His mom and I went to the Farmers market picked up some meat and then went back to the trailer/property. Twas really hot sitting in the sun fully clothed so I went and got into my brand new bikini and slapped on some sunscreen and did some sun bathing on top of the boat. I got a bit of a tan, hardly noticable... I didn't even notice any difference. But I had a blast out there. I'd even make the 1hr's drive out just to enjoy the sun and get away from the city. It was well worth it. The peacefulness and serenity, especially out on the lake.
Mz. Maggie, I'm sure that last saturday wasn't what you wanted as a party, but I know for a fact that my hunnie bunny and I had a blast, specially with bomer man. It was fun and awesome. Twas funny that Matt gave you shit for doing stuff when it was u'r party. Mr. Matt: Thanks for hosting.
Now for Mr. Allan's party. I'm sad to report that I won't be going. I have to babysit that weekend as it is when pops has decided to leave town for Red Deer (?). And I cannot (under any circumstance) leave my dogs home alone at any time.
This weekend is so packed. I've got a bbq with work tomm night at borden park, then corporate challenge sat morn at WEM, and the MS walk on sunday. Then its back to the grindstone on monday.
Grrr. Pops is really getting on my nerves as of late. Gosh darn old ppl and new age technology. I spend more time explaining how things work than him actually taking advantage of how the damn thing works. I had to explain over and over and over that bluetooth is not a headset but rather a program that allows you to use the wireless headset. If he gets a new phone, I have to be the one to program it or figure out how to change some sorta setting. Everytime there's a new electronic toy, I have to be the one to help set it up and figure out how things work because he's old and his eyes don't work like mine. I can't cook because I'm not allowed to make a mess in the kitchen. I'm not allowed to bake anything because that'll mean that i'm turning on the oven and having excess heat in the house. I can't iron (I went to do my ironing last night and only got 1/2 of it done) because he needs to ask me some important question and feed me strawberries. I can't stay downstairs and do some of my stuff and get some housework done or watch a movie/tv cause he's more important and I should be spending time with him upstairs. I can't have someone over when I feel like it, it has to be scheduled so that the house doesn't look like shit and gosh forbid if I do bring someone and I didn't let him know. And shit. Apparently I don't get out enough and I'm an old person because I like to sit and watch movies in the basement rather than go clubbing. But when I do go out, I get shit for comming in at 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning for disturbing the house. Like frick! I really don't care. I have a friggin life too. I'm tryin my darndest to stay out of the house most of the time so that I don't get the third degree on anything.
I've applied to this position with the City of Potholes. Better pay, permanent position. I like working where I am, eventhough I hate my job. I'm not complaining. Its much better than sevy levy working like a slave and getting shit out of it. So, here's hoping they call me up and offer me something.
As for work itself, the mobile shelving is up and running and I am loving it. I'm half tempted to bring in a pillow and blanket and make up a bed on one of the bottom shelves.
I went and did some spring cleaning last monday and rearranged my bedroom and now I feel so much better. The main reason for it was because apparently a cat got into the house and went into my room (pops leaves the back door open for the dogs to go in and out of the house) and left a pee smell. I tore my entire room apart and found out that it was on my blankets. So into the washer they went. The smell came out, which I am so happy about. And I got all of the cobwebs and dead bugs out of everywhere. Now I just have to tackle my closet. Its where everything goes. Clean clothes, ironing, shoes, store purchases, my linens, I've even got some of my booze from new years in there.
My handsome lovely prince took me out to the lake (Lac St. Anne) a lil while back and he took me out on his new boat and I had a blast. Apparently he topped out at 85 clicks on the water. HOLY CRAPPERS!?! The wind in my face, the coldness. I enjoyed myself. His mom and I went to the Farmers market picked up some meat and then went back to the trailer/property. Twas really hot sitting in the sun fully clothed so I went and got into my brand new bikini and slapped on some sunscreen and did some sun bathing on top of the boat. I got a bit of a tan, hardly noticable... I didn't even notice any difference. But I had a blast out there. I'd even make the 1hr's drive out just to enjoy the sun and get away from the city. It was well worth it. The peacefulness and serenity, especially out on the lake.
Mz. Maggie, I'm sure that last saturday wasn't what you wanted as a party, but I know for a fact that my hunnie bunny and I had a blast, specially with bomer man. It was fun and awesome. Twas funny that Matt gave you shit for doing stuff when it was u'r party. Mr. Matt: Thanks for hosting.
Now for Mr. Allan's party. I'm sad to report that I won't be going. I have to babysit that weekend as it is when pops has decided to leave town for Red Deer (?). And I cannot (under any circumstance) leave my dogs home alone at any time.
This weekend is so packed. I've got a bbq with work tomm night at borden park, then corporate challenge sat morn at WEM, and the MS walk on sunday. Then its back to the grindstone on monday.
Grrr. Pops is really getting on my nerves as of late. Gosh darn old ppl and new age technology. I spend more time explaining how things work than him actually taking advantage of how the damn thing works. I had to explain over and over and over that bluetooth is not a headset but rather a program that allows you to use the wireless headset. If he gets a new phone, I have to be the one to program it or figure out how to change some sorta setting. Everytime there's a new electronic toy, I have to be the one to help set it up and figure out how things work because he's old and his eyes don't work like mine. I can't cook because I'm not allowed to make a mess in the kitchen. I'm not allowed to bake anything because that'll mean that i'm turning on the oven and having excess heat in the house. I can't iron (I went to do my ironing last night and only got 1/2 of it done) because he needs to ask me some important question and feed me strawberries. I can't stay downstairs and do some of my stuff and get some housework done or watch a movie/tv cause he's more important and I should be spending time with him upstairs. I can't have someone over when I feel like it, it has to be scheduled so that the house doesn't look like shit and gosh forbid if I do bring someone and I didn't let him know. And shit. Apparently I don't get out enough and I'm an old person because I like to sit and watch movies in the basement rather than go clubbing. But when I do go out, I get shit for comming in at 1:30 or 2:00 in the morning for disturbing the house. Like frick! I really don't care. I have a friggin life too. I'm tryin my darndest to stay out of the house most of the time so that I don't get the third degree on anything.
I've applied to this position with the City of Potholes. Better pay, permanent position. I like working where I am, eventhough I hate my job. I'm not complaining. Its much better than sevy levy working like a slave and getting shit out of it. So, here's hoping they call me up and offer me something.
As for work itself, the mobile shelving is up and running and I am loving it. I'm half tempted to bring in a pillow and blanket and make up a bed on one of the bottom shelves.
I went and did some spring cleaning last monday and rearranged my bedroom and now I feel so much better. The main reason for it was because apparently a cat got into the house and went into my room (pops leaves the back door open for the dogs to go in and out of the house) and left a pee smell. I tore my entire room apart and found out that it was on my blankets. So into the washer they went. The smell came out, which I am so happy about. And I got all of the cobwebs and dead bugs out of everywhere. Now I just have to tackle my closet. Its where everything goes. Clean clothes, ironing, shoes, store purchases, my linens, I've even got some of my booze from new years in there.
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