1. Wake up to phone ringing. It is the boss, so I answer it. Hilarity does NOT ensue.
2. Decide to get up and make coffee, because I cannot fall back to sleep. Spill old slimy coffee grinds on arm and floor.
3. Watch Law & Order, hoping that it will motivate me to do something productive.
4. It doesn't. So I watch "Without a Trace."
5. Wonder when Smyrish is coming home, because I'm lonely.
6. Clean the bathroom. Wash the dishes. Attempt to move bed back to where it was before sexy time last night. Hurt my arm in the process and give up.
7. More coffee, and a couple cigarettes.
8. Check email. Nothing important. Find that nobody in cyber space loves me except Wench. :)
9. Find out that "Hairspray" is sold out. Purchase tickets to 54-40 instead.
10. Smyrish comes home, and I forget to tell him about 54-40.
11. He tells me that my car was towed this morning.
12. Temper tantrum begins to erupt.
13. We go to City Hall, and protest our tickets, and try to find out where my car is. They don't know.
14. We track down my car, and go back to City Hall.
15. Smyrish informs me that we had a Scrabble date tonight that I completely forgot about. I feel like an arse.
16. When we get home, we find a stray kitten. The neighbor and caretaker give us food and litter, so we can look after her. We all fall in love. She's fucking awesome, and I want to keep her.
17. Because of all the City Hall bullshit, I don't have time to make the lovely dinner I had planned to make, but I improvise, and we eat.
18. Off to fitness class! Thankfully, that went well, and it was a great time!
19. Somewhere in the hour I was at my class I forgot (again) about the Scrabble date, and that I was supposed to meet Wench to give her money back to her that she gave me, so I could purchase her a ticket to "Hairspray".
20. Again, hilarity does not ensue.
21. I get called in to work. The midnight staff is not going to show up. I agree to come in. Luckily, because of this, I do not have to work a 16 hour day tomorrow, as was previously scheduled. However, because I have to go to bed, I am for sure missing the Scrabble date. Bad Abigail!
22. I finally shower for the first time in 2 days, have half a glass of wine, and I wash the dishes again. I tell my sob story to the new kitty and Pocket Buddha.
23. I have a quick pity party, then get some sleep before work, and pray that tomorrow things will be better, and I won't have the memory of a goldfish.
Oct 17, 2008
Fuckin' A, Boys. Good Video!
Now, why is it that Sam keeps looking younger, and I keep looking older?
Oct 16, 2008
This is What I Wake Up To
I am half-sleeping and contemplating staying there til I die. Smyrish comes in to the bedroom and flicks on the light.
Smyrish: Tom Petty told me to get rid of my computer and buy a guitar.
Abigail: Don't listen to Tom Petty. He's a fucking pot head.
Smyrish: I don't think I'll give up the computer, but I am going to buy a guitar. I am going to learn to play it by the time I'm 27.
Abigail: Why? So you can become a huge famous rockstar and die of a heroin overdose by the time you're 27?
Smyrish: How'd you know?
Abigail: 'Cause that was always my plan, but it didn't work out. Look at me now, 29, all alive and shit, and drug-free. That's me, always have big ideas, never follow through on anything.
Smyrish: That sucks. See ya later dear, love ya.
Note: Unlike me, Smyrish gets big ideas and follows through on them. About an hour later, he came home with a guitar. I totally thought he was joking, but I guess not. He really did listen to Tom Petty. Hopefully, before he dies of his drug overdose, he lists me as a beneficiary, so I can live out my dream of sitting on a beach drinking margueritas and diddling the young bartender/pool boy/masseuse, all the while not having to worry about money, because my rich rockstar husband left me his fortune.
Smyrish: Tom Petty told me to get rid of my computer and buy a guitar.
Abigail: Don't listen to Tom Petty. He's a fucking pot head.
Smyrish: I don't think I'll give up the computer, but I am going to buy a guitar. I am going to learn to play it by the time I'm 27.
Abigail: Why? So you can become a huge famous rockstar and die of a heroin overdose by the time you're 27?
Smyrish: How'd you know?
Abigail: 'Cause that was always my plan, but it didn't work out. Look at me now, 29, all alive and shit, and drug-free. That's me, always have big ideas, never follow through on anything.
Smyrish: That sucks. See ya later dear, love ya.
Note: Unlike me, Smyrish gets big ideas and follows through on them. About an hour later, he came home with a guitar. I totally thought he was joking, but I guess not. He really did listen to Tom Petty. Hopefully, before he dies of his drug overdose, he lists me as a beneficiary, so I can live out my dream of sitting on a beach drinking margueritas and diddling the young bartender/pool boy/masseuse, all the while not having to worry about money, because my rich rockstar husband left me his fortune.
Oct 2, 2008
First Class Fitness
As summer came to a close, I thought to myself, "Self, you are a fat pig, your self-esteem sucks bananas, and you need to do something just for you, that isn't at home and is far from the group home." I listened to myself, and brought out The City's guide to all things fun, and decided to pick out a couple classes I would take.
I do this every year, and never actually attend anything. Mostly due to my rotating work schedule, which never guarantees me the same day off each week. This year, I have been blessed with the ability to make my own schedule, so when I saw the "First Time Fitness" class listing, I decided that Wednesday nights were for me, and work could suck it.
I picked this class, because I have always been afraid to go and workout by myself. Gyms terrify me, because one, I never see any fat people in them, and two, I don't know how to use any of the equipment. This class, of 12 women, and one personal trainer, was made just for people like me. Each week, we get to try something new, learn how to use all the machines, drop-in at spin, belly-dance and aquacise, and in the end, hopefully each of us will find something we love, and can stick to, to get healthy.
Last night I had my second class. Before we could exercise, each of us had to tell the group our personal fitness goals. I didn't have any. I was supposed to write them down, and I couldn't think of anything except, " Lose weight" and "Get enough confidence to go there by myself this winter." Apparently, I wasn't the only one. Everyone in the class has the same weight and confidence issues that I have. All of us are stressed from working and taking care of people in our lives and never doing anything for ourselves. We're a big group of pleasers, who aren't exactly pleased with our lives. It made all of us feel better to get that out, and know that we weren't the only ones.
I'm really going to like this class, and I'm glad I found it. I need to be around some new people, and do something different all on my own, and if I can get in shape at the same time, that'll be awesome.
After starting this class, I'm really excited about the four Friday nights that are coming up, when Knuckle Toes and I are taking a Burlesque Workout class. By then I should be comfortable enough at the Fieldhouse, and it'll all just be for fun, and will keep me out of the bar for at least 4 weekends, which isn't a bad thing.
So ya, after all this time, I'm finally doing something for me and my health. And it sure feels good.
I do this every year, and never actually attend anything. Mostly due to my rotating work schedule, which never guarantees me the same day off each week. This year, I have been blessed with the ability to make my own schedule, so when I saw the "First Time Fitness" class listing, I decided that Wednesday nights were for me, and work could suck it.
I picked this class, because I have always been afraid to go and workout by myself. Gyms terrify me, because one, I never see any fat people in them, and two, I don't know how to use any of the equipment. This class, of 12 women, and one personal trainer, was made just for people like me. Each week, we get to try something new, learn how to use all the machines, drop-in at spin, belly-dance and aquacise, and in the end, hopefully each of us will find something we love, and can stick to, to get healthy.
Last night I had my second class. Before we could exercise, each of us had to tell the group our personal fitness goals. I didn't have any. I was supposed to write them down, and I couldn't think of anything except, " Lose weight" and "Get enough confidence to go there by myself this winter." Apparently, I wasn't the only one. Everyone in the class has the same weight and confidence issues that I have. All of us are stressed from working and taking care of people in our lives and never doing anything for ourselves. We're a big group of pleasers, who aren't exactly pleased with our lives. It made all of us feel better to get that out, and know that we weren't the only ones.
I'm really going to like this class, and I'm glad I found it. I need to be around some new people, and do something different all on my own, and if I can get in shape at the same time, that'll be awesome.
After starting this class, I'm really excited about the four Friday nights that are coming up, when Knuckle Toes and I are taking a Burlesque Workout class. By then I should be comfortable enough at the Fieldhouse, and it'll all just be for fun, and will keep me out of the bar for at least 4 weekends, which isn't a bad thing.
So ya, after all this time, I'm finally doing something for me and my health. And it sure feels good.
Sep 25, 2008
5 on the 25 - Thinking of You Edition
1. I will always remember the stories you told, your dirty jokes and how excited you were showing me your photos from Churchill after I had been there. You were one of the only people that understood why I liked it up there so much. I am in shock. I'll miss you, Wally.
2. Your house was the coolest house I have ever been in. Period. So many places to play and hide. Neener and I always had so much fun having sleepovers at your house, because it was never dull...and there was always good food!
3. I know in my heart you would have really loved Smyrish. I'm sure you and he would be traipsing about, going shopping at the dump, talking about your never ending projects, while mom and I rolled our eyes at you both. Every day, he does something that reminds me of you in some way, which is I think is one reason why I love him so much. Oh, and just so you know, yes, he can change his own oil and he likes to fish. ;)
4. I was driving through Chamberlain the other day, and thought of you. It was so strange, how I got to see you, and catch up with you out of the blue, after all those years.....and then to find out a few hours later that you were gone....I still can't find the words. You had so many plans.....
5. You, were an ass. But I adored you anyways. All the trouble you got in to, and dragged me in to from time to time. Saying inappropriate things to me all the live long day, and yet, you were one of my closest friends. When push came to shove, you watched out for me. I wish I hadn't lost contact with you, but I had changed, and you were changing for the worse. You lived such a tragic life, I wasn't shocked when I heard the news, but I was shocked at how much I cried for you. That was the saddest day.
2. Your house was the coolest house I have ever been in. Period. So many places to play and hide. Neener and I always had so much fun having sleepovers at your house, because it was never dull...and there was always good food!
3. I know in my heart you would have really loved Smyrish. I'm sure you and he would be traipsing about, going shopping at the dump, talking about your never ending projects, while mom and I rolled our eyes at you both. Every day, he does something that reminds me of you in some way, which is I think is one reason why I love him so much. Oh, and just so you know, yes, he can change his own oil and he likes to fish. ;)
4. I was driving through Chamberlain the other day, and thought of you. It was so strange, how I got to see you, and catch up with you out of the blue, after all those years.....and then to find out a few hours later that you were gone....I still can't find the words. You had so many plans.....
5. You, were an ass. But I adored you anyways. All the trouble you got in to, and dragged me in to from time to time. Saying inappropriate things to me all the live long day, and yet, you were one of my closest friends. When push came to shove, you watched out for me. I wish I hadn't lost contact with you, but I had changed, and you were changing for the worse. You lived such a tragic life, I wasn't shocked when I heard the news, but I was shocked at how much I cried for you. That was the saddest day.
Sep 9, 2008
Election Rant
Bah, elections.
I used to get all up-in-arms when it was election time. I'd always be up for a big discussion, whether it be about bashing one guy, or how wonderful the other guy was, or how really, they're all just a bunch of douche bags, and what does it matter, really. I urged people to get out and vote, even sent emails to remind people to do so the day before. I thought that really, we could change the world!
Now, I just don't give a fuck. I truly don't. I'm not a fan of our current Prime Minister, and if for some reason he actually gets ousted, I don't think I'll be a fan of whoever comes next. The whole thing is just one big Junior High School popularity contest.
I have been without a television for a while now, so I have been listening to mostly CBC radio and News Talk. Every day, I hear a leader of a political party yap about this and that, and it reminds me of that Family Guy episode where Lois runs for mayor against Adam West. She learns during the debate, that as long as she says "Lower Taxes" and "9/11", people will cheer and think she's the shiznit.
Stephen Harper and Jack Layton have perfected this form of "speech giving", and it is starting to grate on my nerves. All they have to say is:
" No coal tax!"
" The environment!"
" Farmer's rule!"
" Lower GST!"
And everyone cheers, unless they don't agree, in which they will say "Boo-urns!" and complain endlessly at 3pm coffee or beer o'clock.
I will still vote for someone other than Stephen Harper, but I'm just not sure who. I could always vote for the Green Party, but that's a bit of a throw away vote.
I may vote for Jack Layton, based on the fact that I saw him at The Pub a few weeks back, and now know that he enjoys having a few beers with his buddies, and that if there wasn't such a thing as YouTube, he totally would have signed girls' breasts.
I used to get all up-in-arms when it was election time. I'd always be up for a big discussion, whether it be about bashing one guy, or how wonderful the other guy was, or how really, they're all just a bunch of douche bags, and what does it matter, really. I urged people to get out and vote, even sent emails to remind people to do so the day before. I thought that really, we could change the world!
Now, I just don't give a fuck. I truly don't. I'm not a fan of our current Prime Minister, and if for some reason he actually gets ousted, I don't think I'll be a fan of whoever comes next. The whole thing is just one big Junior High School popularity contest.
I have been without a television for a while now, so I have been listening to mostly CBC radio and News Talk. Every day, I hear a leader of a political party yap about this and that, and it reminds me of that Family Guy episode where Lois runs for mayor against Adam West. She learns during the debate, that as long as she says "Lower Taxes" and "9/11", people will cheer and think she's the shiznit.
Stephen Harper and Jack Layton have perfected this form of "speech giving", and it is starting to grate on my nerves. All they have to say is:
" No coal tax!"
" The environment!"
" Farmer's rule!"
" Lower GST!"
And everyone cheers, unless they don't agree, in which they will say "Boo-urns!" and complain endlessly at 3pm coffee or beer o'clock.
I will still vote for someone other than Stephen Harper, but I'm just not sure who. I could always vote for the Green Party, but that's a bit of a throw away vote.
I may vote for Jack Layton, based on the fact that I saw him at The Pub a few weeks back, and now know that he enjoys having a few beers with his buddies, and that if there wasn't such a thing as YouTube, he totally would have signed girls' breasts.
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