Monthly Archives: February 2007

Canada, William

I wish I had flashlights in my eyes

Every time I try to write about all the things going on right now, it comes out very flat. I think I am living on the surface of things. I have much to be grateful for, and excited about as well. We found a one bedroom apartment that we’ve rented for 6 months, which will give us time to figure out where we want to live. It’s generic, but they will take our cats, I will have a parking spot, I think I can fit most of my stuff in it, and it’s a block and a a half from Wil’s new job. This is great news. We bought our new apartment a new bed. The most money I’ve ever spent on a piece of furniture. On anything, really, that wasn’t a computer or a car. It’s a glorious bed. I can’t wait to sleep on it. And dress it in luxurious bedding.

But there are so many things going on that are less positive. More stressful. I was in a car accident. Not my fault, and no one was hurt, but my car is the one with the damage, the front end is all smooshed. There is so much work to do around the house, but I’d rather be up north. I’m anxious for the day when I will stay put for an extended period of time. It’s wearing on me. I want a home. I want to stay home. But these are all minor complaints, really. My stepfather is very ill. I mentioned this earlier, but didn’t go into detail. He is very sick, and the prognosis is fairly bleak. And this colors every single moment of every single day. Like looking through grim colored glasses. I can’t bring myself to write what is really happening to him – can’t stand to see it spelled out in fonts.

It’s all a bit too much right now. I might need a bit of a blog break. Or, at the very least, please excuse me if the posts are infrequent, or possibly whiny, in March.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait for Spring.

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Canada

Greetings from New Westminster

Surprise! We are going to be living on the mainland. Wil started a new job this morning. I dropped him off at work, but I didn’t pack him a lunch or anything. We are staying in a hotel right now. Along with Pru. I’m going back home tomorrow and Wil will, hopefully, be staying with a friend for a couple of days until I come back next weekend. We are looking for a place to live and we need one now. However, it’s not going well. 95% of all places listed don’t accept pets. We have a small geographical area we are looking in, because we want to keep the commute time, via public transportation, down. And we need a two bedroom at least.

There is a lot to be said for saving money. We saw a place 4 blocks from the new job, it met the deal breaker criteria I have – my own parking spot. Cats are ok. It has been newly refurbished so while the building itself is a bit sad, the apartment is nice with hardwood floors and new appliances. It’s only $175 more dollars than I pay now, not taking conversion into account, simply by numbers. However, it’s so dinky. SO SO SO SO dinky. Maybe somewhere around 600 square feet? 650? I could not fit half my stuff in it. I don’t know where we would put litter boxes. So cute, but so small. I just don’t know if we could fit there. You could not even fit a couch in the living room.

Plus, in the hallway, you could smell someone’s dinner cooking, and it smelled like they were cooking ASS.

We aren’t ruling it out, yet. It’s the most affordable, convenient, cat friendly place we’ve found. It’s available now. But we’ve only been looking one day.

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Pru is not feeling well

She had some painful dental surgery yesterday. She has some bad gum disease. That noise you hear is my mother gasping in horror. She lost some teeth, and now has to go to vet dentist to try to save some others. She is pain and unhappy and I have to shoot antibiotics into her mouth twice a day. I fooled her once. But this afternoon, I think half the pink stuff ended up on me. She’s on a wet food diet now, and can’t be left alone for days, as I galavant across Canada, with a giant bowl of dry food. Therefore, she is coming up with me this weekend, so we can continue her cycle of antibiotics.
It’s very sad, and she is not happy. She hasn’t left my bed since yesterday, except for eating a couple of bites of food this afternoon, after she spit pink stuff on me. So I was trying to cheer her up.

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Vodka in full effect… or maybe affect, I don’t know.

You know what doesn’t mix? World of Warcraft and booze. I thought it might be relaxing to have a white russian … or two… while playing some WoW with Wil and Z. I was ok when i was just killing giant killer turtles on the beach, and grinding my way up to level 37. But I knew that if I played in a group, I’d end up making them annoyed. If I had not set my character on “follow” to run after Wil on the way to the instance, I would have run into a tree. I’m such a lightweight.

But, you know what does go well together? Chatting online and booze. No diggity, no doubt. They are made for each other.

Here is the problem, not much is going on right now that I can blog about. I have a lot going on that I can’t talk about, specifically, in order to respect the privacy of others. I can say this, someone in my life is very very very sick. And I’ve been very worried and sad lately. As much as I’d like to unload that all on this blog, I can’t take the chance, infinitesimal as it is, that the people who should hear the news from the source would read it. But there is not that much to write, really. It’s devastating news, I made a point of being at Wil’s when I heard the prognosis, so I could just cry on him.

Here’s what I can blog about. I’m going to bring Pru up here in the next couple of weeks, because it makes me sad to leave her alone so much. I’d rather she be taken care of when i am down there working on the house, then left alone when I am up here. Also, my stepdad called me on Thursday and told me he was getting married on next Tuesday so now I need to find something to wear because I went down another pants size and now wear a size smaller than I wore when I graduated high school which is weird since I’m not dieting. I guess my one pair of jeans in the new size would not be appropriate. I hate hate hate event outfit shopping. Whatever I buy, it’s going to have to be black, because those are the only color dress shoes I have.

I think it’s time for a new banner design. What do you think? I’ll get right on it.

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Canada

My beeswax IS their beeswax, apparently

I’ve given up worrying about the border guards. The Canadians don’t care where I work anymore. They can barely get enough enthusiasm going for my visits to even glance at my paperwork half the time. The Americans? Well, fuck ’em. They ask a billion questions and shine flashlights in my car, and they are kind of intimidating, but it IS my country I’m trying to enter, so I guess I’m not so worried about what they think of me. I now just tell them I’m unemployed. They get to ask the question that everyone wants to ask me, but are too polite, usually, to do so. What do I do for income. And, even though I fail to see how it’s their business, I tell them something true.

You really only need one kidney to live.

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