Smile! You have a ZIT!

So my car Doesn't sound like a Ferrari anymore. It is a pity for two reasons. One, people don't ask is I have an after market engine anymore. Two, I had to pay for it. Yup. $500 dollars later, I have replaced all the wheel bearings on my left side....Does that mean I only make hard left-hand turns, but my right ones are alright? Excuse my illustration, the little 'lighting bolts' are meant to show how noisy my car was....

I am going to be on a VERY tight budget for the next month or two, because of it. I can't even get a haircut. I had a small emergency fund for this very reason and lets just say that fund is now gone and then some.

Having your own house is stressful. Clothes, dust and dishes all pile up. And once you have your place the way you want it, there is nowhere for it to go from there, but down.Nevermind the fact that you can't play fight anymore. I got pushed into my expensive tree and knocked off an expensive branch bigger then my arm and head combined.

The cottage was fun this weekend. Weather sucked.....it is to be expected I guess. Last summer every weekend it rained too. I have a feeling this is the new face of summer....which looks more like spring. It is the changing weather patterns from global warming. pretty soon we will have two seasons.....one spring- one winter.....and both will be colder and more rain filled. We will be another.....Vancouver.

Thinking about getting a pug. Or Boston Terrier. Both are compact, but not the wussy dogs you see all the male body-builders in Toronto, walking. Those fru-frou dogs that are all fuzzy with little pink bows and yappy mouths. But they also aren't the slobbery rambunctious labs and mixes or Danes or Bernard's that people use to overcompensate for the fru-frou dogs.

To be honest I would prefer a cat. A prissy, independent, short haired (to allow for Stu's allergies) affectionate kitty. I swear I wouldn't become the lady that lives above us that walks her cat on a leash every morning and lets it wander the halls aimlessly, trying to sneak into new apartments every time a door opens. That HUGE fat black cat that has already attempted to sneak into my own apartment....luckily he was on a leash and his owner (Mathilda or some weird name) was able to drag him out....literally, as in he layed down and let himself be dragged out the door.

I have always been a person that tsk'd the general population for their obsession with getting old. I always considered myself above screaming and moaning over wrinkles or age spots and thought I would age gracefully.
I get it now.

I have smile lines and my skin isn't as taunt as it was 3-5 years ago and I have the strangest urge to run out and buy the most expensive skin creams Sears has to offer....but I won't. In fact, I have some Avon anti wrinkle cream that I turned my nose up at during Christmas last year and put it away and forgot about it. I have started using it with fervor and I am relieved. Not because my wrinkles are disappearing....but because it gave me zits. If I am still within a capacity to get zits then I am still young. Thank GOD!

I will take a zit any day as a reminder that my skin isn't too tired to support one. Screw you liquor store checkout person! i don't need you to ID me in order to feel young.....even if there is a dude in front of me, my age, and then you ID him and he laughs and you say it is because he has a young face, and then I am next and you just proceed with checkout without so much as a glance my way. Bitch! *cough* Ok. I am fine now.

Until next time,....

WHerE Is ThE RoADkiLl CEmETeRY?

Thought of the day:

The grossest thing about this government employee strike IS NOT the garbage piling up. Turns out it is the roadkill! That’s right! The thankless job of scraping the city’s unfortunate from our roads has gone unnoticed until now. The same dead pigeon in the MIDDLE of the turning lane is still there, even though it gets flatter every day. It is no more then a pink smear with feathers sticking out of it now, but in the beginning of the week I would cringe every time I felt the slight ‘bump’ of it going under my tire. That’s just the birds! What about the stinky skunks and poor pets gone astray? Our cats and…hamsters…..They won’t get a proper burial with the rest of the roadkill….wherever that is…and to be honest I don’t really want to know where they take all the corpses of our forest friends. Maybe it is like they do in the western coast of Canada…..where they turn the corpses of deer and moose hit by cars and turn them into hamburgers at charity BBQ’s. Take my advice, next time the lions club or rotary club throw a charity function. Don’t eat the hot dogs or burgers….could be squirrel entrails and skunk tails and kitty cat feet.

On another note- I am not squeamish when it comes to expiry dates and it always boggles my mind when people will dump an entire carton of milk down the drain the DAY of the ‘supposed’ drop dead date on the top of the carton. Yogurt is essentially spoiled milk with bacteria in it to keep its shape. It CAN’T really get more rotten. At most it gets a little watery on the top. I still eat it…just pour it out. People psych them selves out. Just yesterday, Stu goes to pour some milk into a bowl for eggs and goes “oh no- this milk is expired” (Smells it and squishes his face all up) “eww, we should throw this out..” I take it from him. It expired that day. I smell it. Smells fine. I tell him so. He isn’t having it, so I ended up pouring it down the drain. Go figure there are no chunks, no gasoline effect (you know when it looks like it is separating..) and I am kissing my $3.99 goodbye as I watch the milk disappear.

Taking my car into the shop tonight. I am almost sad to lose the 'Ferrari- like' engine noise that makes me sound like I have a high performance vehicle. Needless to say, my car could crap out any minute. Cars are so expensive you know? I always thought as long as I got regular oil changes, tire rotations and balancing- my car would stay in good to fair condition. Not the case. I have spent thousands keeping my 2001 Grand Am BEAST on the road. Despite all of my efforts to keep it happy (even by pimping it out with a pink playboy emblem on the back window) it seems to want to die. Who know what this dealership visit will yield? Another $150 to replace APS sensors? A Thousand to replace the plug that was leaking oil into my coolant? $200 to replace the serpent belt? Getting nails taken out of my tires? (I have had to do that twice- likely a consequence of working for a developer).

All for now, loyal blog readers- off to the cottage this weekend to get some....rain. It can't be worse then last weekend. Gotta love when your boyfriend gets slapped by a stripper. Ask me about it sometime....I'd be forbidden to write about it here. lol

In my world Ken gave Barbie REAL flowers

My favorite thing about summer (apart from not having allergies) is driving with the windows down on the HWY and smelling lilacs. For instance I was enjoying it today- until a spider crawled on me and bit me- GAH. I hate spiders. I love the smell of lilacs though. If you look closely at Lilacs they are made up of tiny little flowers and smelling them reminds me of the time I used to take tiny bunches and have ken give them to Barbie.

I realize my last post was depressing. I am going to try to refrain from writing like that in the future. I am not going to delete it because it was true. I do think like that...but when you live with an affliction....it is just that- live able. I have accepted I think like that and I work with it. Some people who have OCD go through life every day struggling with compulsive behaviors like hand washing and repetitive cleaning. Mine is simply a point of view about my body. Sure it is disruptive, but like any affliction, there are things we can do by ourselves to treat it.

Stuart and I got gym memberships together and have been going every night after work. We are starting slow because we have both been on Haidas because of the move and we are out of shape. But we are both adequately sore and it feels good.

My sister is planning her wedding. Without me. We had a disagreement a couple of weeks ago. Neither of us did anything particularly wrong to anger the other person,...we just both dealt with a situation badly...I was emotional and she was mean and sarcastic. So we aren't speaking and it is like that saying 'something's gotta give'.....and it is normally me and so I am not going to give in this time because I tend to cater to everyone and have thrown in that dirty old towel. My mother is under the impression that this silence will go on all summer.....it might, but it will be a good lesson for us. I am supposed to be....I think.....the maid of honour and am not involved in her wedding planning....which is sad to me, but I guess the silver lining= less work for me!

Stu has a Bachelor Party this weekend and I have the house to myself. Hopefully that means strippers and booze for him and quiet cleanliness for me.

A Bistro of our own

Off to the cottage for the weekend. Really starting to enjoy the apartment I got with Stu. We have everything we need now except for a toaster and little odds and ends like candles and a broom, but for the most part we are completely settled. We bought curtains yesterday- what a fiasco. There were separate panels on sale in a nice sheer brown...they all appeared to match so we bought 3 panels and when we got them home and up on the wall- one was a strange fabric and a little different colour, one was about 1.5 feet shorter then the other two panels and so we had three curtains....all different. I went back to the store and pulled a little switcheroo. I didn't feel like waiting in line for customer service. I knew there was one panel left of that shade and didn't want to risk it not being there. So I went...measures....it matched one of the other panels perfectly...so I switched the curtains in the package....tadaa! We have a whole matching set....and now out cute little table has a 'bistro' feel to it. My sister says I am pathetic for being so concerned with this apartment and decorating. While other twenty-somethings are posting photos of their weekend at the bar, I am putting up pics of a new rug...or table or place mats. Oh well, it is where my life is at right now. Once I have more time to explore the area...there will be more social photos...
I have decided I know why marriages fail. People are getting married all around me- it must be the season of marriage. But I say, what's the rush? Make sure you truly know who it is you are committing your life to. I mean, I have been with Stuart for 6 years and we still surprise each other every day with reactions and thoughts and opinions...and as important as that is, I think it is equally important to know what you are getting into. You have to know the person you are planning on spending your life with.....your whole freakin life. Anyway, my thoughts aren't flowing....so until next time...