I’m always so impressed with women who can embrace aging.  When I read a blog about someone celebrating turning 40, instead of thinking, Good for them, I always think, That’s me in seven years.  Then I flip out.

SEVEN MORE YEARS UNTIL I’M MOTHERFUCKING FORTY.  

I remember when I turned twenty and thought it was bad that in twenty years I’d be forty.  And that feels like it was two years ago.  When did I get so old? 

 

 

 

Day Two

Your Favorite of the Six Movies So Far (I’m changing this one to the eight movies)?

This is such a hard one, but I think I’m going to have to go with The Half Blood Prince.  I don’t really have a great explanation for it.  I just think it was really well done.

Day One

Your Favorite of the Seven Books?

That’s a hard one, but I’d have to say The Order of the Phoenix.  It was the first book I read and it got me hooked.  After I finished it (in a day and a half), I went out and bought the rest (1-4).  I burnt through them in no time and then waited impatiently for the next one to come out.

Challenging

I have 30 days until my due date… This is thirty days long.  What are the chances I can do it?

where have i been?

no where really.  just growing people. 

dogs are jerks

not always.  but most of the time.  like the time i let them out in the backyard yesterday and they discovered that the gate was open.  so, being jerks, they decided they better go and see what was going on in the neighbourhood.

i hadn’t heard any noise from them in a while so i looked out the window to check on them.  i couldn’t see them in the yard.  weird.  then i heard pepper barking.  but it sounded far away.  like it was in the front of the house.  weird.  so i went and looked out the front window.  there are both my dogs in the middle of the street and the teenage goth from across the street is trying to wrangle them up to the house (wearing a purple tutu and black tights, no less).  she had daisy by the collar and pepper was following them at a safe distance, screaming at the girl.  i imagine he was sayinG:  “DONT YOU TOUCH HER!!!  YOU LET GO OF HER RIGHT NOW!!!  LEAVE DAISY ALONE!!!  STRANGER STRANGER STRANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

i ran to the front door an opened it, exclaiming, “WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING???  GET INSIDE RIGHT NOW!!!”  they both ran in and looked at me like, “oh, hi mommy.  what’s up?”

i thanked the girl profusely.  she replied with a sullen “no prob” as she slouched back across the street to take her dog for a walk.  what a hero.

one year

old

today is my birthday.

i am 32.

i just keep getting older.

😦

arg!!!!

ever have “one of those days?”  well,  i’m sure having one today.  it started out great.  i was even showered and ready to go out the door by 10:00 (unheard of).

i went to pick up some brownies from the amazing camille and stopped to grab us some coffees (and by coffees i mean a hot chocolate and a steeped tea) from tim hortons.  they were out of steeped tea.  they offered me a regular tea.

*side note*

steeped tea is not the same as regular tea.  it’s better.  and regular tea won’t cut the mustard when you really really want a steeped tea.

*end side note*

so i left there, after being trapped in the drive through line for like ten minutes, and drove to another one.  it was closer to camille’s work, but has a busier drive through.  i decided to go through anyway.  i was two cars from the talkie box when my brother called.  i answered it since i knew he was in town.  he was lost and couldn’t find the place he was going to.  i tried to help him, always inching forward with the cars in front of me.  i hang up and realise i’m at the window and didn’t place an order.  i went to roll down my window and hit the rear one.  rolled it up and rolled down mine.  i told the lady at the window i was a moron, she said that’s okay and took my order.  i handed her the money, got my change back and drove away.  with out the “coffees”.  DERRRRP.  so i found a parking spot, went in and got in line.  a lady came over with the drinks, laughing and making fun of me in tagalog.  as i was walking back to my car, i noticed the rear window was still down.  i tried to roll it up.  nope.  didn’t move.  FUCK ME.  so i drive to camille’s work with my window down, in the snow and -4°c cold.  get to her work, pet her dog (which made me feel better) and chatted for a bit.  i left, went to a dodge dealership and got them to take a look at it.  no prob.  can you leave it here this afternoon?  sure.  i got mr buttons to drive me home since he was near by and it was his lunch.  he dropped me off, i came in and broke a glass.  and it exploded all over the counter.

i then ate some brownies.

just got a call from the dealership.  we had been hoping the window was just off the track, but it turns out it’s the motor.  good news, they have the part.  bad news, it’s going to be $440.00 to fix.

i was going to do some ironing, but i’d probably just burn my house down.  what a fucking day.

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