I have a real post churning in my brain, but I can't bring myself to write it just yet. But just so Jane doesn't give up on me I will begin writing whatever pops into my brain or heaven forbid, bits of what is already in there.
I could not find a headband within one foot of me while sitting on the couch today squished up in a ball doing nothing, so like a true boy scout would, I went ahead and wrapped my laptop charger around my head. Try it, works like a charm. The little clasp on there that you use to wrap it up, perfect clasp. Just don't do it up too tight or the blood won't flow so well and you may end up a bit light headed. It's almost like I learned this the hard way or something.
Remember when I used to be deathly afraid of needles? Apparently not anymore. I book myself acupuncture appointments willingly and I love every second of it.
Yesterday I played soccer with the children and I picked them up and spun them around 2 million times and I'm pleased to announce my whole body is sore today.
I drink about 5 liters of water a day and I pee constantly.
Peter says to me the other day she says: "Spring, if I save something will it automatically go to my table top?" me with stunned face: "Tabletop?!?!?!?!?!?! BAHAHAHAHA" Peter: "whhhhhhhhhhat?" me: "uhhh Petrey, DESKtop you nerd.
Have you ever fallen asleep with whitestrips on? It hurts.
The other day at work I was running up the stairs, toooootally biffed it. I thought I could just carry on and no one would notice, the entire staff came out of their offices. I'm not mad.
As it turns out I am moving in less than one month.
Dave is getting married on Saturday, in Waterton.
I now have a nap each day.
As you can tell, my life is not all that exciting.
Gary doesn't snore anymore, and this is a big deal. He used to shake the house, people.
I drove home from work today with my leg half out of the car window.
I still eat eggs at least once per day, Haley.
I have been reading up a storm and it is divine to read whatever I want. I'll talk more about this when I'm in a better condition.
Yesterday I was saying goodbye to Freya and I said bye Freya, LOVE YOU! and before she could think she blurted out AMEN! She kills me.
She also ran 50 yards, into my arms, screaming at full volume when I pulled up to where she was.
It is really hard for me to ever get enough apples. I'm beyond addicted.
My Grandma, whom I adore, well she is no longer there, at all, so now when I go to visit her we have the same conversations. To keep things interesting, and to make sure I don't go insane I may or may not lie a bit. The other day she said well what do you do at university? and I said oh I am studying to be a rocket scientist. Five minutes later she asked me again, I told her I was done university and that I am now a plastic surgeon. I'll probably go to hell.
The highlight of my weekend, I was strolling casually through Wal Mart, soaking in alllll those square feet of delight, when who do I pass you ask? Just a friendly 5'4" seventy-year-old lady wearing a black Def Leppard shirt that fell almost to her knees. I'm. Not. Lying. I soooo wanted to ask for a photo or to stalk one down, but I missed my chance.
I just crept into Pete and Gare's room while they were trying to fall asleep, walked over to the computer and turned on the first thing I could click on. Just happened to be ACDC "Highway to Hell". I then proceeded to dance around like a psyscho while Peter shook her head at the child she raised, and Gary pumped his arms and tapped his feet to the music.
I do believe this is enough damage for one session. It would appear as though I'm still bizarre.
ps. Gary came home the other day and asked me if I had seen Kate's wardrobe while she was in Canada because her stylist was "spot on". Thanks Gary.
p.p.s. I just realized that too many of these random things include my parents. That is because I'm a hermit and I live in their basement. It really doesn't get much better than that, folks.
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