Pop & Soda

2007-03-01T12:28:00.000-08:00

This is going to be my primary blog one day, however at this time it is just a place saver for me as I slowly transfer my old blog entries to this blog. My regular blog is
www.crazymennonite.blogspot.com

Early Birthday

2005-07-31T05:55:00.000-07:00

What a lovely evening :) Andra and Matt picked Chris and Angie and I up and we went out for Greek food. Very tasty. Although I had a lot of leftovers and left them at Mandra's. Poo. Oh well. Chris bought my dinner as a birthday gift. What a sweetie. Then we dropped Angie off at a friends and the rest of us went back to Mandra's. We sat around and chatted and played Big 2 and they gave me a gift! A neato new craft called Quilling. I didn't open it cause I'm gonna save it for GA, I think. The result of the quilling is a bunch of beautiful snowflakes. Matt apparently said in the store that then I would have snow, even in Georgia. Awwww! They also got me a nice cross stitch that says something along the lines of 'wherever you go, may God be with you'. So nice. AND a mini container of Jelly Bellies. ANNNND, the best part...they gave me this awesome necklace a couple of years ago, a silver chain with this beautiful dark blue stone in it. It is the necklace I wear most. I adore it. And today they gave me matching earrings!! And my fave kind of earrings too, the kind that dangle just slightly. Purrrrrfect :)

Then Chris kindly offered to cab me home cause it was POURING. Like, seriously, flooded streets and sidewalks. The cab was so steamed up that I do not know how the cab driver could see. And I was very lucky. Earlier in the evening my chain had gotten so tangled in my hair that Chris had to spend a while detangling it, so I just took it off and put it in my purse. When I emptied my purse at home, it was gone. I was so sad, but thought 'what can I do'. But then it occured to me that it might have been in the same purse pocket as my keys, and fell out when I pulled them out. I went back down to the lobby and there it was. SO lucky! Oh! And Chris gave me a great backrub. Good evening!I also had a good sleep last night, and got several important things done in the afternoon. Great day :)

In the midst of the war, He offers me peace.

2005-07-30T05:51:00.000-07:00

Oh my. I have so many things to say...this will either be an incredibly long post as I relate it all, or a very short one because my fingers have fallen off.

1) Heeheehee. As I reread this blog, I realize that I tend to write as I talk, in sort of a free-form, free association kind of way. Thus the comment from my future-mom-in-law that says I indicated that she and dad-in-law and Paul and Smeag and I would all be sleeping in one bed! *giggle* My bio mom is so terrific, but not...you know...funny. She thinks that Readers Digest jokes are high art. But both my past and future moms-in-law are really funny and seem to get my weirdness.

2) I got an email from my granny (well, the exes granny, but I have none of my own so she can stay 'granny'). Yay! During my worst emotional times I tended to blather about how much my ex had hurt me and I alienated granny and Karen, so it was great to know that Granny is still talkin to me. *beam*

3) You have no idea how many emails and/or comments I have gotten about this kafka/stomach/dreams thing. Many different opinions. Don't think that this makes me believe that my honey is not completely a cracked coconut though! That's why I like him so much ;) (And vice versa, I think).

4) A while ago, Paul mentioned that his ex was Pentecostal. He mentioned this as though it was mildly, well, freaky. My response, as I recall, was 'um, so?" As he then explained (including getting the m-i-l on the phone with us) was that she was a snake handler. Well not anymore, but in her youth. I had NO idea about this. So I lookeded it up. Sure nuff. Some Pentecostal sects are snake handlers. Totally fascinating. One site I viewed said that it was kind of a combination of disillusioned Methodists and other Protestants and various African religions etc. And then today there was a thing on NatGeo channel about it. The minister, I must say, was -hysterically funny-. Not, um, on purpose. He was the biggest redneck I have ever seen...which is not a slam on him, I tend to marry rednecks. I could barely understand him ;) (the websites also mentioned that a lot of Pentecostal snake handlers are from the Appalachians [nuff said]) He actually said 'venison' instead of 'venemous' at one point. Whoo. It was funny as shite. But he was really cute with the snakelets. He was showing the interviewer that the snakes were not defanged, so he picked one up and he was like 'hi honey, I'm sorry I have to do this'. He handled her very sweetly and kept going "Oh, Hallelujah" kind of under his breath in a sort of monotone, I-say-this 5000 times-a-day kind of way. And when he had showed us the snakes fangs, he said "Praise Jesus". A couple of times I wanted to giggle, cause its so foreign to me. But hey, first of all, to each his own. And second, in many ways it seems like a good basis for a religion. Loving animals is God's way, certainly. They treat the animals well, and the snakes almost seem to...enjoy the handling. As well, apparently the sect of Pentecostals that handle snakes are extremely racially varied. And that is beyond excellent. The God I believe in would certainly approve of a religion that gets people of all colours together in a spirit of love. So...okay, it seems a wee bit strange to my Canadian/Eastern European/Mennonite eyes and ears. But I have the utmost respect for them. And I always enjoy acquiring more knowledge.

5) Paul was so busy this week and is now away for the weekend, so I barely talked to him this week. Plus my final divorce decree was delivered this week. These things seem unrelated, but it made for a bit of a tough week. I just...never expected to be a divorced woman. The whole Tim-disappearing-one-day-and-moving-to-TX-with-another-woman-and-having-a-baby-with-her-right-away thing was just so utterly shocking. Its very hard to move past this. Well, let me clarify. I have no desire to be with Tim anymore. I don't miss him. He's a completely different person than I thought he was. I don't hate him, or dislike him, I just don't care anymore. However, the manner of his leaving was so...incredibly disconcerting. Its just made it a bit hard to trust. Unfortunatey, that is the legacy that my first marriage has left me with. Fear of abandonment.

Paul is so so so good to me though. He knows of my fears and calms them at every turn. I love him so very much. And for only the second time in my life, I believe with all my heart that he loves me as much as I love him. He wants to make a family with me. Oh damn, I'm gonna cry again...which leads me to ...

6) My parents are celebrating their 45th (!!!) anniversary today. I'm so proud of them. They have been such an amazing model of what a Christian marriage should be. *wipes tears* My mom says that she wouldn't change a moment of the 45 years and that she loves my dad 10 times more every day than the last. And she says that she believes that Paul and I will have that. And I think that we really do. My Paul is...my angel. He not only makes me so happy, but makes me like myself so much more. He thinks I'm beautiful. He loves me the way I am, not despite the way I look. He likes talking to me and laughing with me. He makes me laugh 30 times a day and when I giggle, he giggles too and tells me how much he loves to hear me laugh. When I'm sad he holds me if I'm there and if I'm not, he says 'nono, no sad! And is goofy and gentle and soft until I'm better.

How could I have gotten so lucky. For 20 years I was depressed. And now, I have it all. I have a new home in a beautiful climate and environment. I have a man who adores me and who I adore back. I have a pug who is so cute and perfect that I have no problem picking up her poop off the floor ;) I have great friends who love me so much that they offer to beat up the bad guys who hurt me. I have a pseudo nephew who is so perfect he makes my heart hurt. I have a real nephew and 3 nieces who call me 'auntie Jenn' and who say the greatest things. Especially one niece who is a little version of me and who is so infinitely huggable that I could snuggle her little brown body all day. I have a new family who I like so much! I've spent so much time fretting lately about immigration and customs and the divorce etc that I forgot to praise God for all I have. I am truly truly blessed.

ONE WEEK!

2005-07-29T05:49:00.000-07:00

That is SEVEN DAYS!!! Aka ONE HUNDRED SIXTY EIGHT HOURS!!! Til Paul and his parents and Smeagol and a king size bed and unlimited snuggle time on the couch. *wiggles frantically*

Warm Fuzzy?

2005-07-28T05:47:00.000-07:00

In the middle of a conversation:

Him - "You know what I like?"

Me - "What?"

Him - "Chinese chicken salad."

Me - "Aw, I was expecting a warm fuzzy there."
Him - "Oh! Oh! Rewind!! (makes grbty rewind noises) You know what I like?"

Me - "(laughing) What, honey?"

Him - "I like you! And I like how we're a family! And I like your blue eyes! Yuh, I do!"

Ah yes, the boy has been married before. He knows how it works.

Dream Words

2005-07-28T05:45:00.000-07:00

I slept very little again last night, spent most of the night crocheting (I'm getting a lot better). But then at like 7 this morning I was exhausted and fell asleep for 5 HOURS NONSTOP. It was the most amazing thing ever. When I woke up I was so disoriented, but the weirdest part was when I woke up, the first thing I thought/saw was the words 'warm winter'. They were emblazoned on my retinas, in cursive, all lower case. Very weird!

EIGHT MORE SLEEEEEEEPS!!!!!!!

Bettah!

2005-07-27T05:44:00.000-07:00

Okay, today has been going much better than yesterday. First thing this morning I called about my lease again and was told I could walk over and pick it up. I also gave postdated cheques til the end of October and got rental receipts from January onward. That stuff has been on my to-do list for months, so I'm thrilled to have it done. Then, since that went so well, I called the ex's lawyer back to ensure that she had either sent the corrected decree or I was gonna give her my friend Angie's fax number so I could get it more quickly. But she right away knew who I was and said that she had sent it yesterday. She took it so seriously that she asked me if I could please fax her a copy of the partially crossed out decree so she could get to the bottom of the problem.

Excellent! 9 more sleeps!!!

Possibly not completely round the bend

2005-07-27T05:43:00.000-07:00

So, through various sources, I have discovered that apparently Paul is not completely nutso ;) Apparently Kafka both wrote about stomach issues and suffered from a great number of stomach issues, so it is rare, but acceptable, to relate your stomach ailments to Kafka.

Huh! I stand corrected!

Stupid Poop Day

2005-07-27T05:39:00.000-07:00

You know, could something go right one of these days!! Okay, so I got up really early to go to the medical research place since they offered me another study (the studies are not scary or intrusive, just testing sunscreen and stuff). They had offered me a 4 day study and if I qualified, I would get $75. So I trucked all the way down there and was denied :(

Then as I was walking home I passed an optometrist and I desperately need an eye exam since one of my eyes is going rapidly downhill. I walked in and asked about the cost and made an appointment. I had little choice cause I neeed to see an optometrist, but its going to cost -Ta-da- $75! Poo.Then as I continued my walk home, I hopped up onto a curb and managed to pull my calf muscle a bit. its very tender now. I'm not quite sure what I did. But its in the leg where I've had knee surgery and also torn tendons in that ankle, my left leg just seems to be very weak for some reason.

I continued to meander, this time on to the grocery store. I had $5.90 for groceries, to last me til Friday. I did okay, getting 3 boxes of mac and cheese for $2. And some bread and some diet coke cause if I don't get my aspartame I become a true bitch. I calculated that I had just enough to get one donut yet cause I was craving sweets SO BAD, and they had just baked them, so the whole store smelled of fresh hot donuts. So I picked one out and literally started salivating. So I go to check out and the total is $6.30. So I had to put the donut back. Honest to God, that was nearly the worst moment of my day.

And, I'm not done yet! So I get home and check the mail, and wonder of wonders, my divorce papers are there. I was so happy in the elevator up, that a tenant who I know hates me from when I was caretaker asked me what was going on. I told him and he laughed out loud and told me "Happy Divorce!' So I run upstairs, pour myself some coke and begin calling and emailing to change my name. It was SO exciting. I had already a few weeks ago, compiled a list of all the places I needed to call and gotten their addresses or phone numbers. So it was all going well. Then at one point, one guy asked me to quote him something from the decree, and it turned out that the part that said my name was going back to my maiden name (basically the ONE thing I need this for, you understand) was crossed out with a Sharpie!!!!!!! So I call the county clerk and she tells me that it was crossed out in her files, that obviously she wouldn't have done that. So I call the ex's attorney and she says that according to her file, that section is there and not crossed out. She quoted me enough that I believe that it was true. So, she says, somewhere between her files and the clerk's files, someone has, maliciously, and without reason, crossed out the most important part of the paperwork. Yeah. So I have to order them all over again, and hope, beyond hope, that this time there won't be a problem.

10 sleeps and this will all, hopefully, be a thing of the past. I'll be in Georgia, the bills will be paid, I'll have food, I'll have Paul and Smeag. I won't have to fret about customs anymore, which right now keeps me awake at night. it'll be all good! I just have to get through the next 10 days. 10 days. 10 days.

Kafkaesque

2005-07-26T05:37:00.000-07:00

Him - "*moan* My stomach is all kafka"

Me - "Your stomach is kafka?"

Him - "Yuh"

Me - "What?"

Him - "You know, its all upset and stuff'

Me - "Why does that make it kafka"

Him - "I dunno, its just a word"

Me - "Wull, its not just a word, its the name of a philosopher guy. You're so weird"

Him - "Seriously?"

Me - "Yuh (googling), he was a Czech born, German speaking author and philosopher type dude, he wrote that book The Metamorphosis, you know?"

Him - "Never heard of it"

Me - "Oh, well, I've never read it, but its about a guy who wakes up in the morning and discovers that he has turned into a giant bug"

Him - "(pause) but I'm weird."

Ow, my heart!

2005-07-24T05:35:00.000-07:00

I've been obsessed with watching Animal Planet and I'm just watching Animal Cops Detroit. They just found a mom rottweiler with 3 little rottie puppies. I could just DIE from the cute!!!! The mom was all panicking cause 6 had already died and she was all confused. But now she has been reunited in the warm humane society with her three remaining pups and the mom dog right away curled up in a little comma and pushed her 3 puppies into the concave part of the comma. Not to nurse, just to protect. Animals rock.

Watching AP lately, I'm constantly amazed at how person-like they are, not in the bad ways, but the good. They take care of their babies and some of them hug each other and the babies play. I don't think anything is worse than people who hurt or abuse animals. Even Smeagol, she's so attentive to my moods. Whenever I'm having an angry or sad moment, she always nuzzles at me and tries to cuddle. She will press her face against me and I can just tell that she's saying 'don't be sad, mama, I'm right here, what more could you need?"

Willy-Nilly

2005-07-24T05:33:00.000-07:00

I'm throwing things away rapidly and without much thought. I DESPERATELY need something to do. Help! its 12 more days til Georgia. My to do list has nothing on it. Well, okay, like 5 things but I have to wait for other people on those things, they are not things that I can do without getting some information or documents from someone else first.

My apartment is clean, I've chucked/organized everything that I don't need to eventually move with me to Paul's. So here I am. I have no money and no food (okay, I have 11 perogies left...think I can stretch those out for another 120 hours?) and absolutely nothing to do!!!!! *wail* Give me a task! I'll clean for cheap! I'll babysit for cheap! I'll...I'll...give backrubs for cheap! Pleeeeeeaaassssse?

Blah, sorry I'm so grumpy lately. I was so happy up til recently and ecstatic while in Georgia (except for a brief and painful PMS episode, poor Paul :P). I just desperately need something to do and I need to be with Paul. Plus, there is only one downside to being in love, and that is that when your partner is sad, you're sad. Paul is so depressed these days. He hates his job so much, and other stuff that I won't comment on. Its just that he is such a gentle, sensitive soul and people are always taking advantage of that. So, I hear his sad little voice on the phone and I get sad too :(

dramatic sigh

2005-07-24T05:30:00.000-07:00

Okay, I know, I over reacted a little. I also had a dream last night where I screamed at my caretaker cause she doesn't do anything, and she screamed back and told me I was lying and blah blah. Clearly I'm a -wee- bit tense right now.I'm pretty sure I know why. I'm generally quite happy right now, I just feel that I'm killing time here in Winnipeg. I have so many things awaiting me in GA, and so few things holding me here. And I'm waiting for so many things too, that's always really hard for Ms semi OCD me. I just started typing out a list of all the things that I'm currently waiting for, but y'all don't care and besides, its depressingly long.

Oh well, the upside! 13 sleeps til I get to go on an 8 hour car ride, which I love (so long as I can sit in the front, or drive, so motion sickness doesn't get me). Then I get to see Paul's parents again, which I'm really lookin forward to. THEN I get to see Paul, which will make everything a bit better again :) Plus, I'll get to have Smeagol snuggling too. And, next week, I'm applying for one of those medical research studies again. If I get accepted, I spend a couple hours there for 4 days and they give me $75. I'm tired of not working by now, but I can't really cause I -can- afford not to right now, barely, plus it would mean no visiting Paul.

Money is a bit of a concern right now though too. Its 6 days til I get more money and I have 90 cents to my name. Paul would give me some money in a heartbeat, but I don't want to be reliant on him. And I've had SO many unusual expenses in the past month! You know how that goes... Jennie's wedding ( I had to get a new outfit and a gift ) and Bernice's birthday, and mom and dad's 45th anniversary is next week (Paul's dad is making mom a family ring, I'm so excited to give it to her, she's gonna FREAK OUT!!!!) Amy's birthday in 2 weeks, my birthday next month so I have to renew my drivers license ($50). You know how it is, none of these are big deals, and I love to give nice gifts, its just hard when they all pile up together in one month. Oh, plus I need new contact lenses desperately and I must buy at least one piece of luggage, cause my parents have been kindly lending me theirs every time I go to see P. But this time, they are driving to MSP to my cousin's wedding and I'm tagging along and catching a flight there so we both need the luggage at the same time, and obviously they get it since its...you know...theirs ;)

But oh well, in two weeks everything will have calmed down again. I'm quite happy, just a bit restless for things to happen.On July 29th, that is less than a week...I will have money to pay some important stuff, I should have my lease, I should have my divorce papers and then the next day is a bit of a birthday todo with my friends, and on the Monday following I have a birthday todo with my family and when I get home from that, it will only be 4 sleeps til I see Paul, so its all good!

Bitchy

2005-07-23T05:25:00.000-07:00

So Ame came over tonight after work. We went on over to Safeway and got some sammich fixins. Then we meandered back to my place and ate our sandwiches and chatted about men/love/sex.
After a couple hours we headed out to Silver City to see Dark Water. I SO SO SO couldn't afford to see a movie, but I really wanted to spend time with Ame, and she really wanted to see a movie, so I splurged. The movie was quite good. Very scary, actually. Jennifer Connelly is, of course, lovely. And the girl who played her daughter was super adorable. I think I'll have bruises tomorrow from Amy grabbing my arm. You should have heard her screaming, it was so funny.

On the way out, she went to use the washroom and I waited outside the bathroom near the place where the people take the tickets. There were two guys standing there arguing with the ticket taker and an assistant manager type dude. The guys were being denied entry. I gathered that they had claimed to have bought tickets but lost them. At one point the assistant manager guy walked away and the ticket taker started talking to the guys. One of the guys referred to one of the other customers as a bitch. Then the ticket taker said 'yeah, she's a total f***ing bitch" etc etc. He continued on in this fashion, AS HE TOOK TICKETS!!! Using VERY bad words. I don't usually complain about service lately, but I have been super ticked lately at the horrible service that seems to be totally acceptable.Ame came out of the washroom and I said 'I have to talk to a manager right now'.

I asked an employee for one and she came right up. I told her exactly what happened and pointed out the dude. She gaped at me in shock, I think she was both shocked and upset. She told me she would talk to him, and unfortunately, she did. Right there, right in front of me. I very much like that she took me seriously, but, believe me, Ame and I hightailed it out of there before he could locate us, cause he was a bit of a scary dude. I don't mean to overdramatize, but I hope he gets good and damn fired. That is unacceptable.

I worked in retail for years, even through my depression and my breakups etc. There were, admittedly, times when I had to run to the back room to cry. But I never never never talked shit about customers where they could possibly hear me. And I always greeted them with and smile and tried to chat in a friendly fashion. And its not like I think I'm so great! I just think that's the barest minimum of common courtesy. These people do get paid to be nice. *ventventvent*

I think Amy thought I was over reacting, but...grr, I can't stop typing about this. I just think that the whole world would be a nice place if we could just force ourselves to even attempt to do unto others as we would have done to us.I know that its just the rosy glow of a new city. But I really prefer Atlanta to Winnipeg right now. I'm just...tired of Winnipeg. Too many bad memories, too many idiots and dumb drivers and mosquitoes and no Paul or Smeagol. I'm just tired tired tired of it here and want to move to Atlanta and be there forever with Paul.

AND, wanna hear more bitching?! If you don't, stop reading. My caretaker suxors. The building is filthy. Someone kicked a hole in a wall in front of the elevator months ago, hasn't been fixed. Someone slashed a painting in the same spot, still hangs there. Periodically someone will drop some food wrappers or something on the floor. They often stay there for literally months. I used to pick them up, but now I just wanna leave them to see how long it will be before she cleans them up. The buzz-in list at the front has not been updated in almost a year. So when new people want their names up there, they have to follow my lead and print their names on a post it and stick it to the glass that covers the list that -I- printed up two years ago when I was caretaker. I haven't gotten a copy of my lease renewal even though I signed it two months ago. Since she took over I have never gotten a rent receipt. When I moved upstairs to this suite, over a year ago, I told her that there was no kitchen or bathroom sink plug. I asked, literally a dozen times over the course of the first 6 months. Once she even told me that she was going to the store to buy them the next day. I still don't have them. When I want to wash my face or do the dishes, I have to stuff a rag in the sink to keep the water (sort of) in the sink. My air conditioner doesn't work for more than half an hour at a time, and hasn't since it was put in, not fixed yet. While I was in Georgia the last time, some things were moved around and destroyed in my apartment, someone had clearly spent time in there.All this I have asked about over the course of the last year. Always very nicely, and sometimes not mentioning things for months so that I wouldn't be seen as 'problem tenant'. But now I'm f***ing sick of it. If she doesn't call me back (cause she never even bothers to return my phone calls, never mind do anything about the issues), I am going to call the rental tenancies board. I'm sick unto death of being treated like crap by people who are supposed to help me. I will not put up with it any more.

When peace like a river...

2005-07-22T05:24:00.000-07:00

You know what's nice? its 4:30 in the morning and I can't sleep, and I'm hungry and there is NO food in the house and I don't wanna risk buying some cause I have $25 to last me for one more week and I promised to go to a movie tomorrow which substantially depletes my money ramble ramble and its super hot in here and my a/c works sporadically at best but I'm so happy.

I lay down a few hours ago to attempt sleep for the first time in my generally endless sleepless nights and I lay there feeling...calm and relaxed and great. And i still feel it. Its like...peace.This not being depressed business is the shit.

Yes, the crocodiles serve fondue.

2005-07-22T05:22:00.000-07:00

wigglewiggle

2005-07-22T05:20:00.000-07:00

Good day! Pauly and I talked all night last night, like literally. He called at about 10:30 and finally I said I had to go to bed and when I looked at the clock, it was after 4 am. Neither of us had any idea cause it was just so nice to be (almost) together. Speaking of, 15 more sleeeeeeeeeeeeeps til Georgia!!!

Paul also made my day cause he not only remembered when my birthday is, but without any prodding or anything from me, he decided where we are going to go and with whom, AND says he is in the process of buying me a gift (as though I need a gift from him!). Its not the money or anything that thrills me here...its the concept of him remembering and planning without me. *beams* We're gonna go to a place in ATL called "Dante's Down The Hatch". I looked it up and its like a place that is designed to look like a big ship and has a moat with crocodiles in it and they serve fondue. And Paul is ordering a fancy schmancy chocolate fondue that you have to order like 2 days in advance. I like chocolate!

And then, Paul called the county clerk's office in Houston to find out if they received my money order for a copy of my divorce papers. And they did and sent them out yesterday apparently. Woot!!! Hopefully I can get them very soon so I can do a bunch of name changing before I head back to ATl.

AND, I treated myself to an ice cream drumstick.

AND, I did like 10 things on my to-do list.

AND, little Ms. Insomniac here slept for SIX hours last night. *sigh* It was heaven.

So, *wiggles all around* , good day!

Pet Peeves

2005-07-20T05:17:00.000-07:00

So, I'm doing dishes last night with the tv on sorta quiet in the other room. Suddenly, over the sound of running water and my own singing I hear ear splitting shrieking coming from the tv. I peer around the corner and 'surprise!' its Wheel Of Fortune. Oh, how I hate Wheel Of Fortune. How can they be so stupid? Really? How? Tell me? And how can they be so loud. And they ALL have Southern accents. "A'LL TAKE AN AY, PAT!!!!!!. *weep*

The only good part about that show was back in the beginning when the contestants would win a certain amount of money and then they would get to pick from the prize room thing. I loved that cause they would invariably wind up with like $175 so their only choice would be "A'LL TAKE THE GIANT CERAMIC UMBRELLA STAYND SHAPED LAHKE A DALMATION!!!".

That ruled. Then later, I'm finally getting sleepy at around 5 in the morning, so I fall asleep with the tv on something kinda neutral as I usually do. But I get awoken moments later by...more screaming! Its... Popcultured with Elvira Kurt, Canada's answer to unfunny lesbian comedians who think they can host talk shows, but sadly, cannot. She is literally painful to watch. I was mesmerized by the horror of it and watched the whole half hour. I didn't crack a smile once. And again, its a show based around screaming. Are you not mic-ed? Do you think you have to shout through our television sets? I don't understand.

That's it for now. THANK YOU FOR READING MY BLOG, ITS MORE INTERESTING WHEN I SHRIEK AT YOU ISN'T IT!!!!!

17 Sleeps Til Georgia!

2005-07-20T05:15:00.000-07:00

Pretty good day today. Didn't do tons cause I didn't sleep really at all last night. So I slept for 2 hours this morning. Then this evening I cleaned a bit and then ran some errands and headed over to Mandra's (Matt & Andrea's) for some Drew time :) He was beyond adorable, as usual, and even though it was pretty much his bedtime when I got there, we still got lots of smiles and laughs and high fives outta him. Then I watched Andra give him a bath.

Mandra, Chris, Angie and I played cards for a few hours and then wandered home. The mosquitoes were BAD. And I still have a big ol blister on my foot. But all in all, very fun evening. And I picked up my Georgia pictures today. There's a great one of me and Paul and some cute Smeagol ones and such. So, low key, good day. Wish me luck sleeping tonight :p

My favourite picture (and current wallpaper) of Paul...

2005-07-19T05:12:00.000-07:00

Red Tape

2005-07-19T05:10:00.000-07:00

So, I'm trying to work out a deal with the government regarding my student loans. It took me just over a year to get the Canadian government on my side. And now I'm working on the Manitoba government, but there is a problem. They do not agree on what needs to be done. The MB people want copies of information that I sent previously to the CAN people, but the CAN people say that its not correct, that the MB people don't need that. But, they do. So I talk to each of them and they each say different things, and...poop!So, I'm at a loss. And I don't know quite what to do. I could let it go, but if I make it work, it could save me over $32oo. So its worth quite a bit of red tape...but when there doesn't seem to be any resolution, I don't know quite what to do.

In continuing news - no divorce papers in the mail yet today. And 18 more sleeps til I go back to Georgia. (On the plus side, Paul got a new phone that he can talk on while its being charged, so we don't have to limit our phone conversations anymore so we talked for, um, 3 1/2 hours today. It was great. We talked until all he could say was "Iloveoo" cause he was almost asleep. Love is fun :) (*cough* Bernice, if you start reading this eventually - sorry, I know you're puking right now)

Other than that, I'm afraid that I didn't do much today. I'm still getting used to the fact that I'm getting better from the depression. It's been so many years that just getting out of bed was a huge chore, and that I spent between half an hour and half the day crying. But now, things are getting a bit better every day. There are still a lot of things that I need to work through. But, wonder of wonders, I think I might be *gasp* happy.

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2005-07-18T05:07:00.000-07:00

Okay! This is my new blog. I got tired of the other one for various reasons. Primarily, because I only gave the address to like 3 people because most of it was too private (pain from the divorce and such) for other people to see. It was...just a way to get out my emotions when things were bad.BUT! This one will be different.

I am currently sort of in flux. I'm living in Winnipeg (MB, Canada) but spend more time in Atlanta (GA, USA) with my fiance, Paul. I got divorced 2 months ago from my first husband, hereinafter referred to as The Ex, but I am still waiting for my official divorce papers which will allow me to change my name back to my maiden name and, more importantly, allow me to begin work on applying for a fiance visa so I can move permanently to the US and marry Paul.

I will give this address to anyone who requests it...ex-in-laws, future in-laws, family, friends...but be warned, although I do not plan to 'gossip' and such, I do plan to be honest. Swear words are, let's be honest, almost a guarantee when I'm mad. And, I'm an extremely impulsive person, so I may frequently post things that horrify you, and then when you look back the next day to confirm your horror, oops! the post will be gone cause I reread it and was aghast. Um, okay, the rest of the details I will put in my description, assuming that I can figure out how to do that :p