To follow are some digital pictures I’ve taken over the last month or so. One of them is a picture Tyna drew and gave us of a tree of life, and one of them is just for ashkitty. I will hide them all behind a Continue Reading
Here is your horoscope for Thursday, February 20:
These days you’re all sweetness and light. A gentle touch communicates more than a whole fistful of words. Wherever you go, people find a reason to celebrate.
Must go pick up the photo I got framed for the art show later today. Tonight we’re going to see a dance troupe at the Cobalt Classic Theatre, which should be interesting.
Victoria’s Secret has a swimsuit I like for $49 american. Granted, by the time I can spend on such frivolous things as swimsuits, that one won’t likely be in production anymore. My old one will have to do until it falls apart. A girl can wish, though.
Oh my God, run for your life, you’re pregnant. During your life, you’ll have:
Here are some stats about your next one:
Birth weight: 18 lbs. 4 oz.
Length at birth: 8 inches
Chance of mangling birth-defect: 12%
Most likely defect: infant-acne
40, eh? I had best get started on that. If I’m 26 now, and I can have one baby a year (approximately) then that means I will be at the very least 66 when I have my last child – assuming there are no multiple births or miscarriages. And as for that 18lbs 4oz baby I’m having, I’ll take a C-section please. And if it’s only 8 inches long, how wide will it be?
The wind is blowing the falling snow every which way and I keep hearing strange noises in the house. I’d like to have a bath today… but only if there’s just Adam and I here, and I don’t know if Tyna is working all day or not.
The hot tub pump appears to be leaking, so we emptied it. The washing machine, which was fixed, is now broken again, and I have yet to do laundry. We tried to order a helmet for the skidoo yesterday, but the warehouses are all out of stock until March 14th or so. All this snow and we can’t even go out in it (it’s a little too much to walk through the snow to interesting places… that’s what the skidoos are for.) My computer is dying a slow, painful death and I can see no way of repairing or replacing it. Oh, and the oven door won’t close again, so we can’t cook anything that requires oven usage.
Adam’s been in a bad mood the past few days, and it’s rubbed off on me, much as I tried not to let it. Please send me happy messages. I need to feel better. It’s days like these that I miss having someone I can go for coffee with on my own, someone I can talk to that I don’t live with. There’s no one here like that for me.
I did, however, get to watch Adam’s dad spay a dog yesterday. It was really cool. It doesn’t look that difficult, you just have to be careful (obviously… you are messing with the innards of an animal, after all.) It makes me realize, however, that I actually have the stomach to do veterinary medecine… blood doesn’t freak me out, nor does looking at and moving around inside an animal. I still don’t really like needles, but I can watch them now, which is weird for me considering how much they freaked me out before. And the only reason I didn’t go to vet school after high school? I wanted out of Iroquois desperately so I didn’t stay for my OAC year (which you need for admission to university) and I wasn’t very good at math, which I assumed would mean I couldn’t get accepted into a university anyhow. I got 80s and 90s in everything but math – I got 53% in grade 12 advanced. I have since learned that I really didn’t need that much math to get into Guelph University – things that guidance counsellors don’t bother to tell you. Instead I went to college and took a cop-out course in Broadcasting, which I quit after one year, then Music Industry Arts, where I realized after second year that I had no interest in going into the industry itself, so I never bothered to hand in a final project and never got my diploma.
Still, I don’t think I would have wanted to go to University for seven years right after high school. Too much happened at that point in my life, and I wouldn’t have made it out of there without failing either.
I dreamed that me, Adam, Emma, Mike, Stephen Robertson, and a bunch of other people were all superheroes. We could warp time, we were like time-jedi or something. And in between saving the world from evil time-shifters, we built the most incredible, gorgeous new houses for ourselves. It all happened in that strange countryside that keeps showing up in my dreams… the place that’s so familiar that I’ve never been to.
It was such a beautiful house. If only I could draw.
I’d really just like to get on with my life now, please.
I still don’t know if I believe in karma. It has yet to prove itself to me.
I should probably go find something to do that isn’t computer related before I start crying or screaming or otherwise having a tantrum of some form.
My computer has issues… Today it gave me the nasty ‘your system has been halted for its own protection’ bsod three times… all related to my hard drive not working right. Yes, I am frustrated with it. Also, my scanner, my new pretty scanner that makes my life wonderful, refuses to install. I’m downloading an updated driver, hopefull that will work. I picked up a USB Hub today because I have too many USB Devices that need to be connected at the same time. It was working fine before the massive crashing and scanner problems, I unplugged it in case it was part of the problem and haven’t tried it again since. I really don’t think it caused anything, but I’m afraid to plug it back in now. I hate crawling around under my desk to plug things in though. Also, every time I install something from the CD-Rom drive, it gives me a CRC error. I don’t really know what a CRC error is, but it’s happening with EVERYTHING I install, so I guess it’s probably a CD-Rom drive problem.
My mood, while I am attempting to keep it reasonably light, is falling quickly. Someday I will have a working computer. Someday.
Last night we went to Vachel’s house for wine and steak and shrimp. much fun was had by all. I laughed a lot, which is good. I love wine parties… they make me feel like I’m pretending to be a grownup.
I’m tired of computer problems. So very tired.
I think I’ll turn the Cam on for a while. I’m just making tea and breakfast now. The light coming in the window makes everything look bright blue on the cam… I had to adjust the colours and take blue pretty much right out just to get a semblance of reality in there. Weird. Now as long as I don’t move or touch the cam, it should be fine…
Still working up to cleaning the kitchen. I’ll get to it soon…