Going to MEXICO!

We leave this morning for Saskatoon to do some last minute shopping and things, and our flight leaves from there early tomorrow. Sadly, we have to be at the airport 3 hours early. Ah well, such is life. Hopefully that means we get good seats.

I'm excited. A week in the not-cold, doing nothing, with my honey. And I get to go snorkeling and wandering on the beach looking for shells. This is all good. You may all now be jealous.

And since I won't be using the puter tomorrow

Merry Christmas y'all.

We can all rejoice

I'm finished my job! The last few days have been filled with packing and cleaning and driving and xmas stuff. I've had enough of that now, I need a vacation more than ever. Except there's more! I get to drive up to Saskatoon for dinner tomorrow, then in the evening go up to Lloydminster. I'm so glad I get to spend a week at my honey's place, and then another week with him in Mexico. Best Christmas Present Ever.

I've also decided (thanks to my mom) that I'm not going to bother doing the Gr. 10 voice exam, or at least not now. I'm going to start on the music history to go with the Gr. 9 that I did a couple years ago, and then move to Lloyd. I don't have a lot of ambition or interest in doing voice at the moment. I think it's partly having been too busy and involved for as long as I can remember, and partly being on the pill. It seriously screws with my emotions. If I could find a better way not to get prego, I'd totally do it. I've been all weepy and freaking out the last week or so, although I know it's partly due to stress and change and xmas. But it seems a little excessive. Ah well, such is life. Damn you Life! (Amy shakes her girly little fist, rather unmenacingly. I'm sure Life is shaking in it's shoes.)

I have the feeling I'm taking way too many clothes to Mexico, but my sense of not-being-dirty says I'm taking way too few. I suppose I can always buy a couple shirts if I have to, but it's still going to bother me.

Too many little decisions right now. I find the little choices are crippling. I get so bogged down in whether to keep that shirt I kind of like, or throw out that note paper that I've been saving for years, or which wrapping paper to use. I need to learn to chill out.

Because it's not there

I think of so many amusing things (amusing to me) to write about during the day, when I don't have a pen handy or when I'm in the bathroom (I do my best thinking in the bathroom). And so it's flown away before I have the chance to write it down.

Like when I was shopping at lunch, and saw the asian chick (I'm a bit biased this way, but hip asian people seem to wear the strangest outfits) wearing cornflower blue striped legwarmers that matched nothing else she was wearing. As in they anti-matched. I had heard that legwarmers were back in style (yes, I'm all up with current styles and such), but I didn't really believe it.

Reproducing

Kids are expensive. Had the comment made that they're another mouth to feed, and I was kind of agreeing, but then I remembered all the other crap they require. So either you can keep your lifestyle and get a better job; or you can get rid of your pets, cable, internet, social life, and any hobbies you have.

One guy I know made a deal with his wife that after 10 years they could start doing the things they want again. Once the oldest kid is babysitting age. Depends on the kid though. I know a guy who has his own kid and still can't be trusted to watch it.

Shelter

I'm really glad that I'm walking into a relationship that includes an already-purchased house. I'm not a big fan of having to deal with shit like bank loans and mortgages and things. Unfortunately, I'm also walking into a house where Jay's tenants own a lot of the stuff there. I also own a lot of stuff.

This could possibly work out, except one of the roommates may still be living there when I move in, and Jay's been talking about asking another friend to take over the soon-to-be-open room (well, one of the rooms, anyway). The stuff may be in constant flux for a while, which will probably end up bugging me. Because I don't know if I'll be able to use my stuff, right away for sure, and possibly not ever. I may move it up from the farm to immediately get rid of it.

It makes me sad, because I'm still a vagrant and my honey is settling in without me. Which isn't his fault, but will probably mean that I lose out in the end (yes, I realize this isn't really a win-lose scenario, shut up). Not that stuff is all that important, but seriously, I like my stuff. I really wish I could have been in on the moving thing when he first got the house. Although I suppose I have nobody but myself to blame for that.

That said, I think I'm going to like going through my stuff without my mom there to supervise and question every item. I'll actually be able to throw things out (aka take to some organization that can re-sell/give it all away). I can finally get rid of my high school notes! Believe me, this is exciting. I was finally able to throw out 7 fat folders full of every single piece of elementary school art I'd ever made. It's true mom, I really don't need all that.

Some days I just won't shut up

This morning, in between me babbling extremely odd things, Jay mentioned that I'm quite talkative today. If it continues I'll just tell everyone that my boyfriend was down, that seems to work.

We had my dad's side over for xmas dinner yesterday, except most of them couldn't make it. But it was a good time with way too much food, which is normal for my parents.

Courtney has this new trick where she has to hop scotch down the alternating tiles in the hallway at mom and dad's place. Every single time she goes down the hall. It's hilarious. I need to start hop scotching everywhere I go. Someday my knees will come... (to the tune of "Someday my prince will come", in that Cinderella/Snow White voice)

She also leeched onto Jay about halfway through the evening, after refusing to even look at him at first. Jaden finally started warming up to him at the end of the evening, but still wouldn't get too close. He's a lot more shy.

Speaking of knees, I got an appointment already for the knee specialist. However, I have the feeling I'm going to be in the waiting room a long LONG time, as it's at the cast clinic in the hospital. Ah well, such is the price I pay for wanting to walk, eventually, without pain.

Oh, and also, I'd like to apologize to H in advance for possibly forgetting her birthday. Sorry (maybe) dude. I may or may not have already gotten her a gift. I'll just confirm that tonight.

Oh, pooooooor me

I hate compliments. Singing always reminds me of this. I have made many an inane stupid remark while trying to foist off compliments.

And also, I'm not a big fan of video cameras. I had one stuffed in my face yesterday, for what seemed an inordinately long time. So I ignored it. Is that the proper protocol? Afterwards I was thinking I should have winked, or maybe just acknowledged its existence. Oh right, so my snobby demeanour may have been, or may yet be, showing up on the local news at some point. If I (and possibly the rest of the choir) am deemed (news)worthy enough.

If those kids ran a dictatorship, we'd all be playing hockey

As I was leaving the farm, Courtney exclaimed, "When Jay comes we're going skating!" That's nice sweetie, I'll let him know that.

It must be gravity's fault

I made two recipes of macaroons today for xmas baking. The one, which I thought would be maybe okay, turned out fabulous (more or less). The other one, which I thought would be great, was a disaster. They melted into puddles of goo and stuck to the pan and mushed up into chunky pieces of mess when I tried to get them off the pan. But they taste really good. Just close your eyes and try to imagine how they might have been when you take a bite.

Homemade Playdough (for posterity, and so I can actually find it again some day)

The secret ingredient here is cream of tartar. This recipe makes play dough that is not grainy like uncooked play dough and keeps for a long time.

4 cups flour
1 cup salt
4 cups water
4 tablespoons oil
1/2 cup cream of tartar

Mix all ingredients in a sauce pan. Cook and stir over low/medium heat until play dough is completely formed and no longer sticky. Allow to cool slightly before storing in an airtight container or zip lock bag.

The lazy man's post

This kills me.

Gravity is conspiring against me

I'm sort of sad. I went to try to turn my cancelled plane credits into a trip to Vegas. Turns out that in between when I booked and when I'd cancelled, and certainly since the travel agency had checked back with the airline, the airline changed the expiry date on tickets. So instead of the year I was told I had to rebook, I had 6 months. As in the credits expired 2.5 months ago. So I was annoyed at the travel agency, but since it probably ends up being my own damn fault for not checking the policy myself, I've mostly given way to fate. Also, I'd have been in the same boat if I'd just not gone on the flight, so I try not to let it bother me. I could probably have complained, but I doubt it would have done any good since I didn't directly pay the travel agency (it's CAA and they waive the fees if you're a member), and then I would have made someone else feel bad who wasn't really responsible either. Hey look, I didn't let something bother me, it's a true Christmas Miracle!

Bah

I hate when people try to change my mind about moving to Lloyd. It makes me angry that they think this is negotiable. If I said I was getting married and moving there to live with my husband, I'd get a completely different response. There wouldn't be any talk of not going. Why can't people understand that a commitment doesn't have to involve marriage?

Moobies! Just kidding.

I've been putting things off a lot lately. I hope I find more get-up-and-go once I'm not working any more. Also, I need to finish the series I'm reading. As always, when I have something to read, nothing much else gets done. But I did get another inch or two farther on the scarf I'm making. I really have to learn how to knit properly - I think I'm only purling right now, and I'm fairly sure there's a faster way to make a scarf.

It was mostly right, doesn't that count for something?

Megan's reaction when I finished singing in the recital today: "You were singing nonsense up there!" It's true, I was. I have a terrible time memorizing words. So if things don't make sense when I sing, just pretend we're having my usual type of conversation. Those don't make much sense either.