Dinner parties, cat poop and rain.
Here I am, world! In BC, although not the part of BC I am eventually going to end up in. I am staying for a short period with my parents in Chilliwack, before heading off to the likely overcast skies of Masset.
Jax is doing well, although I have cleaned up more cat poop in the last week than I ever thought I would or, nay, ever wanted to. It's taking him a bit of time to adjust, particularly in the area of "YOU CANNOT SCRATCH THE NEW LEATHER COUCHES.", but he is slowly getting it with the charming stubborn retardation that makes my cat so special. Everything would be peachy if he would just understand the exact relocation of his litter box.
It's raining here right now, and we just got back from a dinner party wherein I ate the best damn Apple Crisp this side of the Crowsnest Pass*, but Brad and I both felt rather outside of the conversation because we are socially retarded and couldn't stop thinking about playing Super Mario All Stars after dinner because we are 12 and adults are boring. Finally the host turned to us, just as I was swinging back and forth in my chair to watch with extreme fascination as the head in my reflection got bigger, and then smaller, and then, oh my God! Bigger again! and said, "Did you guys want to leave?"
Brad sort of spazzed out, "OH YES PLEASE." as though he were in the throes of the rudest seizure ever, while I kind of made some passing assemblance of politeness and said, "Well, we don't want to be rude." .. which was actually sort of cancelled out by the fact that I was already grabbing my purse and pushing my seat back.
Anyways, I have tons of stories which will be shared soon ... lots of trip pictures and clever anecdotes about waitresses in small town diners. Particularly the one where the waitress dropped my straw, caught it half way, cupped it in her grubby hands and then turned to me and said, "Did you want another one? It didn't actually touch the ground so..." and then placed it back into my drink.
... Actually, that's pretty much the story right there. And sadly, outside of the Humpty's we dropped in on in Swift Current, that is the cleanest, tastiet, most hygenic restaurant we ate at during the entire journey.
*I am making jokes in regards to local references because I am a British Columbian now and this is how I roll.
Jax is doing well, although I have cleaned up more cat poop in the last week than I ever thought I would or, nay, ever wanted to. It's taking him a bit of time to adjust, particularly in the area of "YOU CANNOT SCRATCH THE NEW LEATHER COUCHES.", but he is slowly getting it with the charming stubborn retardation that makes my cat so special. Everything would be peachy if he would just understand the exact relocation of his litter box.
It's raining here right now, and we just got back from a dinner party wherein I ate the best damn Apple Crisp this side of the Crowsnest Pass*, but Brad and I both felt rather outside of the conversation because we are socially retarded and couldn't stop thinking about playing Super Mario All Stars after dinner because we are 12 and adults are boring. Finally the host turned to us, just as I was swinging back and forth in my chair to watch with extreme fascination as the head in my reflection got bigger, and then smaller, and then, oh my God! Bigger again! and said, "Did you guys want to leave?"
Brad sort of spazzed out, "OH YES PLEASE." as though he were in the throes of the rudest seizure ever, while I kind of made some passing assemblance of politeness and said, "Well, we don't want to be rude." .. which was actually sort of cancelled out by the fact that I was already grabbing my purse and pushing my seat back.
Anyways, I have tons of stories which will be shared soon ... lots of trip pictures and clever anecdotes about waitresses in small town diners. Particularly the one where the waitress dropped my straw, caught it half way, cupped it in her grubby hands and then turned to me and said, "Did you want another one? It didn't actually touch the ground so..." and then placed it back into my drink.
... Actually, that's pretty much the story right there. And sadly, outside of the Humpty's we dropped in on in Swift Current, that is the cleanest, tastiet, most hygenic restaurant we ate at during the entire journey.
*I am making jokes in regards to local references because I am a British Columbian now and this is how I roll.
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Keoruac would be proud, Sovereign, he would be proud.
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ohhh sar...i cant wait. got 30 feet of truck and newly bought trailer 6x11'....painted blue and saying 'keep moving'....ferry tickets are bought...soo expensive.
and i think my truck is on the fritz...but i shall overcome all obstacles...ALL OF THEM...I AM UNTOUCHABLE!!!
oh yes and you know the pic of me on the beach in masset?? well just to let you know that is the moon not the sun in the backround....it was full and soo red...crazy and beautiful....i will talk to you soon.....and dont forget...get da rubber bootz.
Love ya
oh yes and one more thing...about the pink knit hat....i have been wearing the same light pink knit hat every winter since i was 14...except i lost it at grandpas when erin died...and found it again behind the couch...exactly where i left it...when i graduated in 04.....yes its my favorite hat ever and i look foward to wearing it every year.
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