TGIF

Oh. My. God.

It just keeps getting better, peeps.

Remember this day. Ok, good. So after that incident, Christian's awesome parents sold him their car for cheap, and his dad drove it here from Alberta for him. Yay. All is good in car land. (insert failing buzzer sound here)

Then, last week my car requires me to go into credit card debt. You see, miniature people built my car so regular size people have a hell of a time replacing the water pump. Whatever, I pay the man, and kiss my future treadmill goodbye. I'll live.

Also, last week, Christian gets a new windshield on his Alberta plated, parent donated, car so that it will pass inspection and so that he can become a Saskatchewany Citizen. (insert failing buzzer sound here)

So we took it to be inspected yesterday. It failed, and the cost to do the repairs is not cheap. That's ok, though, we'll figure it out.

The kicker was this morning. I arrive at work and receive a text from Christian.



Peace out.

How to eat 200 dollars worth of food in one hour.

Last night we went to John's Prime Rib for dinner.

In August, I won a gift certificate for 200 bucks at John's. So we decided to be like old people and save it for a special occasion. (Our one year of togetherness)

Anyways, last night we had filet mignon, lobster, shrimp, scallops, ribs, and more. We also had a bottle of wine and cheese cake!

When the bill came we high five'd (Im serious) because we managed to spend 192 bucks between the two of us.

(We normally eat at Subway, or EE Burritos, so we are used to spending under 20 bucks for two)

For breakfast this morning, Christan made scrambled eggs with all the above! Yum!

Dear Denim, I hate you.

I don't understand women's jeans. I've never liked jeans, even when I'm much thinner I don't like them. They are all stiff, and tight and they never fit right. I don't think its just me either. There are articles upon articles in magazines and online about how to find the right fit for your body type. If you are top heavy, bottom heavy, pear shaped, boy shaped, cow shaped, or rake shaped, there is supposedly a jean for you. I call bullshit!

Men have such an easy time with jeans (Ok, probably not all of them, but 99.9% of them).

Random shopping guy says "Oh look, those are nice. Eggsellent, here's my size." (Walks to cash register lady and buys them without trying them on) Bastards!

I have decided that I need to stop wearing the comfy pants and start wearing the torture devices jeans more often. (I have this idea that it will force me to lose weight faster, because I'll be uncomfortable all day until I do) I have many pairs in my closet. I don't love any of them, so I decided to buy a couple transition pairs. Um. They are definitely transitioning, folks..transitioning from my waist to half way down my crack!

What's up with that? I didn't realize how low rise this pair was until I put them on this morning. Good thing I am wearing a long shirt that I can constantly pull down to cover my ass all day long. Phewf. (The bright side: They aren't Mom jeans)

Is it home time yet?

My weekend

Christian and I drove down to Moose Jaw on Friday to help my Mom move her parents into their new retirement castle. This was no small feat, as my grandparents are both in their 80's and have lived in their house for almost sixty years. Imagine all the shit you can accumulate in 60 years. It's insane. Luckily for us, my Mom had everything pretty much organized. When we arrived she had a jobs for us to complete, and then we went out for dinner (and Christian showed everyone how much he can eat). We also went to a movie that night. The Galaxy theatre in Moose Jaw is only 7 bucks a person!

Saturday morning the movers came bright and early and they were done hauling everything to the Mulberry by 11:30. So we all went down to the dining room for lunch. It's quite an event. The servers are in vests and bow ties, and there are a few courses so lunch takes a good hour and a half. All the seniors drink tea, and the servers bring them hot water in individual tea pots. They cover their tea pots with their own personal hand knit tea cozies. It looks hilarious. I would have snapped a picture, but if you make any sudden movements everyone stares at you, lol.

Christian and I stayed at my other grandma's house for the weekend. Saturday night after a long day of moving and unpacking we headed back to Grandma Mort's for the night. We visited with her for about an hour before she informed us that she thought she should be taken to the hospital. So we helped her into the car and took her to the emergency room. Her blood pressure was through the roof and she was not feeling good at all. She ended up spending the night there and was released the next day by noon, after they managed her blood pressure. In her words, "Getting old is for the birds!"

It's hard watching my grandparents age, they are not quite the same anymore. The more tired or excited they get, the more their memory fails them. I was a lucky girl, they were very involved in my life as I grew up.

I didn't have time to be sad about the house because we were just so busy making sure everything was packed, and also preventing Grandpa from taking stuff that he didn't need (like his snowmobile suit? HA!). They were both pack rats, Grandpa more so. I think it's because they were frugal all their lives. They never wanted to waste anything.

The weekend wasn't quite like the one that I was talking about in my previous post, but I was just I was happy to be with the people that I love. I feel lucky that Christian values family as much as I do, and I appreciate (so much) all the work he did this weekend helping with both sets of my Grandparents.

To sum up my day.....

Don't worry, internets, I wasn't in an accident. This is what my car looked like while Mr. Mechanic friend was working on it.

One Year

A friend from work invited me to join her and her two girlfriends for an evening of Sour Puss, and shenanigans. This was the night I met Christian.

Friend and her two friends started drinking early, so I decided to be nice and pick them up. I had every intention of leaving my car over night and cabbing home anyways. So I picked the girls up and we headed towards downtown. I decided to take a shortcut and drive through some residential streets. Which turned out to be a shitty idea, because some jerk ran through a yield sign and smacked right into the rear passenger side of my car. He spun us around and we ended up on the median in the middle of the road. Everyone was okay for the most part. We were all sufficiently scared but thankful that it wasn't worse.

The police arrived pretty quickly (I called 911). The guy in the other car seemed intoxicated. He had two females with him and a baby (they were fine, but what an ass!). His car wasn't too bad. Mine, on the other hand, was not drive-able.

The police did their thing, called a tow truck, and took the other driver in the back of their squad car. They left us standing on the sidewalk to fend for ourselves. So we started to hoof it towards the closest bar, in our non weather appropriate clothing. I had heals on, which meant that the girls had to help me get there.

By the time we got to the bar I was pissed off and there was a line up. Plus, I hate that particular bar(because it's a skeezy kiddie bar). All I wanted was a freaking cocktail. We finally made it inside shortly after midnight.

We headed to the shooter bar (quickest way to ingest that much needed cocktail) and I ordered 4 shooters. The other girls were kinda off to the side, not standing with me. I noticed this guy standing at the bar too. He was smiling at me (probably thinking that I was some crazy drunk). So I said to him "Ya, that's right, these are all for me!" (totally not true).

I had to reach in front of him to grab the salt (for tequila ingesting). He watched me the whole time. I sucked back my liquid gold (YES!), and popped a lemon in my mouth. Just as I was about to toss the lemon in a cup, the guy held his hand out, indicating that I should put my gummy lemon in his hand. So I did. (Why not, he had such a nice smile!) I said "Thank you" and headed on my merry way-- to text everybody that I know about the accident (because that is soooo, me).

Later in the evening the lemon guy (aka Christian) found me again. We were standing in line, and he asked me what kind of shooter I would do next. I said tequila..of course.

The rest is history.. and today is a couple days short of a year ago, that very night.

Thanks for the great year, honey, I love you! xo

(Oh, don't gag people. That was the only mushy part of this whole post!)

Good news, and bad news.

So my Dad and Tracy (Step-Ma) are moving...again. They are headed back to the United Arab Emirates and will be located in Abu Dhabi. In fact, my Dad is leaving this Sunday. When they told him he had to go that soon, he agreed, but only if he could be in Canada for Christmas. Which is nice because spending Christmas together just doesn't happen when they are overseas.

Anywho, when I was 19, they moved to the UAE for the first time. It was tough on me as I had always been close with my Dad and all of a sudden they were living on the other side of the world. I was always a mess when they would leave after visiting in the summer, and I'm sure I will be a mess after they leave this time.

The exciting part, though, is that we are planing to go visit. I loved my trips to the UAE and look forward to going back and taking Christian and Vance with me this time. Yesterday, after I got off the phone with my Dad, I was a little upset and Vance could tell. He came and gave me a big hug. I told him that Grandpa Ted and Grandma Tracy were moving to Abu Dhabi and that we would go visit them and we would travel by airplane. He seemed pretty happy with that. He said "How many more sleeps?"

Honey, I got busted.

That was my morning yesterday.

Christian's truck was towed away to truck jail, after he pulled into his work parking lot and the nice lady cop asked him for his license and registration. Oops.

We both knew this could happen, we both knew this wasn't a good idea. We were seriously trying to figure out some sort of solution. Both of his vehicles would not pass the required inspection in this province, and so the registration ran out.

We had a mechanic look at the car and tell us it could cost thousands to fix it, the truck we knew was a lost cause. (It's so silly though because there are so many heaps legally driving around this city just because they were here when they became heaps. Know what I'm sayin?)

He only drove the truck to work and back. We used my car for everything else, hockey, groceries..whatev.

So the truck went to jail, and you have to pay for every day that your vehicle is in jail. So, over lunch hour yesterday, I picked him up from work, then we headed to the City Police station to have the truck released. Then we headed to the City Impound and waited for the Bro's Tows guys to show up (hour and a half later). They gave Christian enough money to buy a few bottles of wine, and we watched them winch the Jeep up onto their flat bed truck. This way, he didn't have to pay the tow fees to get it out of there. It was a win/win for everyone. (I love wine!)



The best part was after, he signed the bill of sale and had the cash in hand, he hopped in the car and said "Let's get out of here before they realize that the e-brake doesn't work!"

Because the whole "slow-witted Texan with a safe-sounding name" thing didn't work out so well.

Stuff's gettin interesting, peeps!

Did you watch Barack's speech last night? "Yes,we can!" I thought that was really cute, especially when the crowd started chanting, and Oprah cried. (Not quite the ugly cry, but still.)

I seriously hated Michelle's dress though, did anyone else notice how bad it was? Terribs.

Just Some Halloween Pictures

Vance and his buddies at daycare


His new friend (That thing is creepin me out!)


Batman and Leonardo (Yes, I really do know the name of each Ninja Turtle)


So Vance has been Batman for three years in a row now. We bought him a Darth Vader costume to wear that he was quite excited about, but then about two weeks ago we found the Batman costume in his closet and there was no turning back.

My Mom bought that costume at Winners when he was three. It was big on him at three but he wore it then, with some rolling and adjusting of the hems, and every year since.

My New BFFs