Shoe smart

I bought a pair of flat$ that I've wanted forever. Turns out they were a little too small. So I filled them with a bag of water and put them in the freezer. The ice expands and makes them bigger. Yayers for not wasting a pair of shoes.

Thinking

I should wash the handstreaks off the front of our car after hitting that jaywalker last night. Stupid punk teenagers think they are invincible. Well I don't think that kid is going to try crossing a freeway on-ramp again any time soon. Can't believe he had the gall to swear at us and accuse us of trying to run him over. It is an acceleration ramp after all.. with no crosswalk. Well, Dave put him in his place and even had him ask nicely for us to reverse so he could get his skateboard out from under our car. I hope his bruised shins will be a lesson in caution in the future.

Feeling

I shouldn't be pmsing already should I??

Feeling

Pretty good this morning despite a few altercations yesterday and a workplace where I've become the random target of employer's harassment. BUT, I had no nightmares for once this week, and tomorrow's the weekend, baby. So I'll chalk up today in the win column (so far).

Life's pooey

Hi Alika, I miss you.

The Tree, the end

I guess I can see the pattern of where the leaves were laying on the ground. I guess leaves aren't very good for lawns, neither are large quantities of gas spilled while filling up the lawn mower.

Slightly zombied at work

Don't mind my crossed-eyes. I might have been watching the door so I wouldn't get caught taking a self portrait during rush hour.

Curls and thrills

Behaviour patterns in the real world

I trust my husband 93% 98% of the time, I just don't trust other women. Is that a common problem? I know women are untrustworthy. Or maybe I just don't trust myself.

We're reaching a point in marriage where arguing takes too much energy so I don't even bother to get angry. Except on special occasions. Then I find myself completely drained for about 24 hours.

I have a need to occasionally throw a stick into the wheel of our ordinary lives- to throw a small shit clump into the fan. A small rage fit or two. Makes Dave go, WHAT THE HECK, WOMAN. And everyone is SO RELIEVED when Lulu finally calms down again (Lulu included). What can I say, I like to spice things up.

Words Dave has used in the past week to describe my behaviour: Ridiculous, Deranged(?), Completely Irrational (slight raise in tone). Just thought everyone would like to know that. Since a lot of you don't know the full extent of my random-bipolarization.

(Don't worry Mom(s). This post was for dramatic effect.)

hOuse renO

Stuff is still happening, slowly. This is what it used to look like here, and here.

Stuff is falling, mostly rain

Fally

Oh nevermind, Dave is definately not sick. He was just grumpy. And I'm feeling 100% again, except I don't have any shifts? for the rest of the week? What am I supposed to do with myself. I could rake up the giant leave blanket on our lawn maybe.

Feeling

A TON better. But super bored because Dave's caught the bug from me and is out like a light (9:30pm).

Sneezeroo

I'm feeling like a bag of poo. See the puffy eyes. Actually this was Saturday when I was passed out in the Rona parking lot while Dave picked up some drywall mud.

I can't go to work today because I'm sneezing every 2 minutes or so and people don't really enjoy goobers on the luncheons.

Helllloooo

I'm Not sleeping and it's 5am. woot woot woot woot. Lets see how many miligrams of painkillers we can ingest before our brain stops registering ovarian pain. So far... about 2000 since 8pm. Lalalalalalalala.

I hate being immune.

Ooo oo, very intertaining: photo booth pranks on youtube. I've been watching them for an hour.