Fuck it, let's journal.
I'm taking a short break from fucking the proverbial to give an update of all updates...it's going to long and I don't care because I can't remember how to hide half the text like my handy friend Sheri taught me. So this is this.
-Corky came home last week. I missed her, times 10. Seriously glad she sent me the grown up letter and we survived divorce counselling and now find ourselves friends again. She makes my life a little lighter.
-Thursday night drank and mixed more shooters together since possibly college the first time around. It was one of those nights where I thought "this is going to go very very bad, but I've given up caring" then shockingly I talked Devon into taking us home and letting Sue and I sleep there. We get there and Chad came along too....I wasn't having any of that business so I left Sue to fend for herself and went and slept with Devon and the cutest dog ever, GUS! Luckily Devon was so sick he couldn't move so there was no fear of touching. Gosh I love sleeping next to non-scary people who don't move, don't snore and don't touch me with their feet. It reminds me of camping with Shawn, he's the best sleeper I have ever sleep with! I can't sleep with people...it's a problem of mine.
-Lucy had her second dog show of her life this weekend and we totally kicked everyones ass in cuteness on Saturday and won Best of Breed. Bascically she's already half way to her Championship in 2 shows....I own the fucking best dog, after we showed I went home because my knee was inducing vomit (I hadn't used it in a week and then "prancing" around the ring was apparently too much for it) we stopped at Starbucks and I tied Lucy outside to a table and told her to stay....I didn't know if it was going to work but it seemed to. She turned out to be the best Starbucks dog ever, she layed down the whole time and only sat up while someone petted her. I gave her some whipped cream off my green tea iced goodness for being so awesome.
-I did nothing but clean my moms house (like wash walls and baseboards clean) and kiss puppies all weekend. It was actually pretty great. 5 weeks is the perfect age for puppies....they don't bite to hard and they sort of play but more wag their tails and fall over. I love puppies.
-Minus the Bear rocked my pants, seriously great show. Deathcab next week. I'm sweater-riffic
-Sick Devon made me sick and I got a day and a half off from work this week. Being back now, I realize how much I wish I wasn't here. Yesterday I ran around putting flyers and cards at tack stores I haven't had time to visit. I also have 2 ads coming out next month so hopefully I can up the business more.
-I want to take the month of May off to study for exams, I'm about to tell my family this in about 7 minus 10 minutes...if I talk about it and don't do it...I'll be a loser. I need time to study, my 4 final exams are worth 60% of my final mark and there is no way that I can fuck that up...2 years of my education and the rest of my life dependent on a graduation is worth one month of free time? So what if I have to turn tricks in alleys to pay bills next month. As I'm giving a complete stranger head I'll look at his belly and notice his rectus adominus muscles...making it studying also. I'm a merv.
-I got the funnest post card from my sister with the pants, thanks, it made my day
- More great pony feedback:
"Please let me know when you are coming back our way. One of Lisa's clients is interested in having you look at her horse and with the progress that ours has made we'd like you to have another go with him. He is far more mobile than he has been. He is able to cross his front legs and his neck is far more flexible.
Steve" (from a yearling they were going to put down because the vet said he had Wobblers (neurological disease) and couldn't move his neck and would shake and not move his legs properly)
woot woot.
My favorite phone call of the week came from TJ.
TJ "I wanted to call you because you haven't been calling me, basically ignoring me and really hurting my feelings"
Me: "you left me a message on Friday and on Sunday to wish me a Happy Easter, are you maybe stalking me?"
TJ "Nah, just making sure you are okay"
Me: "well everytime I call you back and go to leave a message your inbox is full, maybe you should tell your groupies to cut down on the dirty messages"
TJ "ha, I'm actually in the middle of changing my cell number, I have to give you the new one"
Me: "gave it out to too many strange girls"
TJ "no, but other people have"
Me: "sorry, I only printed it in the local paper in the men seeking men section"
TJ "no wonder I've gotten calls from people saying "aboot" alot"
I love being stalked by pro-sport players.
This weekend I'm utulizing a sneaky plan where I tell everyone I'm very busy in hopes of doing absolutely nothing...sneaky eh? I think I'm heading to Banff with Lisa and Baby Belle on Saturday, I need some quality mountain time, to make sure my head isn't in my ass.
I think I need more hugs...seriously. Devon asked me the other day "why are you so mean to me, did you need to get hugged more as a child?" I replied, "yes I'm sure!" (for the record I'm not mean to Devon, he's an ass back to me, in sort of the sexy way that makes you want to have rough sex but never a relationship....which makes me sort of attracted to him...but I think I know better). On the plus side, I forced him to hug me alot so I wouldn't be mean to him....sneaky Kathy, sneaky.
Does this remind anyone of metamucil of the mouth? I can't stop. My apologies.
Once last vent. Last week I drive Laurie to the airport at 6:30am because she's done it for me many times. But before we go to the airport we have to stop at her office to drop off a cheque. Apparenly her and Dad but $8,000 worth of stocks in her company, $4,000 each except she says "I don't have any money right now so Dad is paying for the whole thing and I'm paying him back when I get the money" This drives me insane because he is still bitching to me about money and Laurie makes about 77,000 a year. Seriously what the fuck? My T4 is 17,000 for last year (not including $ from horses), I pay my own tuition and travel for school, my own Jeep payments and my own insurance and rent...what the fuck does she do with her money?
Everytime I try to let them not bug me, they do something so blatently smacking me in the face. This I'm assuming is a gigantic live lesson that I'm learning in this life, non-material walking and detachment from family....why couldn't I learn something like...mixing colors together makes other colors? :)
Back to picking NHL hockey pool players...basically the toughest thing I've done in weeks.
ps. the caffiene in the diet coke has made me drunk..really
-Corky came home last week. I missed her, times 10. Seriously glad she sent me the grown up letter and we survived divorce counselling and now find ourselves friends again. She makes my life a little lighter.
-Thursday night drank and mixed more shooters together since possibly college the first time around. It was one of those nights where I thought "this is going to go very very bad, but I've given up caring" then shockingly I talked Devon into taking us home and letting Sue and I sleep there. We get there and Chad came along too....I wasn't having any of that business so I left Sue to fend for herself and went and slept with Devon and the cutest dog ever, GUS! Luckily Devon was so sick he couldn't move so there was no fear of touching. Gosh I love sleeping next to non-scary people who don't move, don't snore and don't touch me with their feet. It reminds me of camping with Shawn, he's the best sleeper I have ever sleep with! I can't sleep with people...it's a problem of mine.
-Lucy had her second dog show of her life this weekend and we totally kicked everyones ass in cuteness on Saturday and won Best of Breed. Bascically she's already half way to her Championship in 2 shows....I own the fucking best dog, after we showed I went home because my knee was inducing vomit (I hadn't used it in a week and then "prancing" around the ring was apparently too much for it) we stopped at Starbucks and I tied Lucy outside to a table and told her to stay....I didn't know if it was going to work but it seemed to. She turned out to be the best Starbucks dog ever, she layed down the whole time and only sat up while someone petted her. I gave her some whipped cream off my green tea iced goodness for being so awesome.
-I did nothing but clean my moms house (like wash walls and baseboards clean) and kiss puppies all weekend. It was actually pretty great. 5 weeks is the perfect age for puppies....they don't bite to hard and they sort of play but more wag their tails and fall over. I love puppies.
-Minus the Bear rocked my pants, seriously great show. Deathcab next week. I'm sweater-riffic
-Sick Devon made me sick and I got a day and a half off from work this week. Being back now, I realize how much I wish I wasn't here. Yesterday I ran around putting flyers and cards at tack stores I haven't had time to visit. I also have 2 ads coming out next month so hopefully I can up the business more.
-I want to take the month of May off to study for exams, I'm about to tell my family this in about 7 minus 10 minutes...if I talk about it and don't do it...I'll be a loser. I need time to study, my 4 final exams are worth 60% of my final mark and there is no way that I can fuck that up...2 years of my education and the rest of my life dependent on a graduation is worth one month of free time? So what if I have to turn tricks in alleys to pay bills next month. As I'm giving a complete stranger head I'll look at his belly and notice his rectus adominus muscles...making it studying also. I'm a merv.
-I got the funnest post card from my sister with the pants, thanks, it made my day
- More great pony feedback:
"Please let me know when you are coming back our way. One of Lisa's clients is interested in having you look at her horse and with the progress that ours has made we'd like you to have another go with him. He is far more mobile than he has been. He is able to cross his front legs and his neck is far more flexible.
Steve" (from a yearling they were going to put down because the vet said he had Wobblers (neurological disease) and couldn't move his neck and would shake and not move his legs properly)
woot woot.
My favorite phone call of the week came from TJ.
TJ "I wanted to call you because you haven't been calling me, basically ignoring me and really hurting my feelings"
Me: "you left me a message on Friday and on Sunday to wish me a Happy Easter, are you maybe stalking me?"
TJ "Nah, just making sure you are okay"
Me: "well everytime I call you back and go to leave a message your inbox is full, maybe you should tell your groupies to cut down on the dirty messages"
TJ "ha, I'm actually in the middle of changing my cell number, I have to give you the new one"
Me: "gave it out to too many strange girls"
TJ "no, but other people have"
Me: "sorry, I only printed it in the local paper in the men seeking men section"
TJ "no wonder I've gotten calls from people saying "aboot" alot"
I love being stalked by pro-sport players.
This weekend I'm utulizing a sneaky plan where I tell everyone I'm very busy in hopes of doing absolutely nothing...sneaky eh? I think I'm heading to Banff with Lisa and Baby Belle on Saturday, I need some quality mountain time, to make sure my head isn't in my ass.
I think I need more hugs...seriously. Devon asked me the other day "why are you so mean to me, did you need to get hugged more as a child?" I replied, "yes I'm sure!" (for the record I'm not mean to Devon, he's an ass back to me, in sort of the sexy way that makes you want to have rough sex but never a relationship....which makes me sort of attracted to him...but I think I know better). On the plus side, I forced him to hug me alot so I wouldn't be mean to him....sneaky Kathy, sneaky.
Does this remind anyone of metamucil of the mouth? I can't stop. My apologies.
Once last vent. Last week I drive Laurie to the airport at 6:30am because she's done it for me many times. But before we go to the airport we have to stop at her office to drop off a cheque. Apparenly her and Dad but $8,000 worth of stocks in her company, $4,000 each except she says "I don't have any money right now so Dad is paying for the whole thing and I'm paying him back when I get the money" This drives me insane because he is still bitching to me about money and Laurie makes about 77,000 a year. Seriously what the fuck? My T4 is 17,000 for last year (not including $ from horses), I pay my own tuition and travel for school, my own Jeep payments and my own insurance and rent...what the fuck does she do with her money?
Everytime I try to let them not bug me, they do something so blatently smacking me in the face. This I'm assuming is a gigantic live lesson that I'm learning in this life, non-material walking and detachment from family....why couldn't I learn something like...mixing colors together makes other colors? :)
Back to picking NHL hockey pool players...basically the toughest thing I've done in weeks.
ps. the caffiene in the diet coke has made me drunk..really